The other day, I chose to sleep in. The dog did, too.
We made our way outside after both having our breakfasts. A bee buzzed past my head, alerting me to a female nearby that it had been wooing.
As I stood below some Ligustrum, some smaller blooms fell into my hair, my arms freshly dusted with pollen. I looked up to see several bees making their way, bud to bud, pollinating - doing that much-needed work.