Sunday. A day of rest. Says Cordelia. Bees humming, hanging around. It must be Mother's Day.
Cranesbill in full bloom. Today. Purple explosions.
A day for birthdays. On Mother's Day.
And bees. Lots of bees. Bumbling around.
Attacking Cranesbill left right and centre.Bees are becoming endangered. I read somewhere that everyday toxins are killing them off. So every one you see is remarkable.
Time to sit. And contemplate.Found an excerpt from a lovely little book "On the Night you were Born" by Nancy Tillman. "On the night you were born, the moon smiled....
...with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you...
.....and the night wind whispered, Life will never be the same."
No, life will never be the same. Whether you are a mother or not. We are all role models.
But then again. On a sunny Sunday Mother's Day, some of us just like to hang.........
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