All nature’s children
Fragile and in need of care
The little bee seemed only half awake. Dazed and uncertain, it fell from the sky and landed on my son, sipping his morning coffee on the patio. We watched for a moment as it struggled to find its feet.
I picked it up, placing it beside a tiny pool of honey and water I had drizzled on the fence. Within minutes, the tiny creature was back at work, foraging in the purple loosestrife, collecting the makings of honey.
Sharing nature’s dance
Both duty and privilege