I looked down, and boom! A bee. Freaky!
I saw a bee, not a wasp; not a bumblebee; a regular bee. Outside my window is a nice patch of long grass and clover. This morning I saw a bee there going from clover flower to flower. I don't know why I was so relieved. I told myself it means that all the bees are not dead. But no one said the bees... Sign in to see full entry.