Bees

I took this last Monday, 16 March, which was the last time I left the house for a walk.

I’m no horticulturalist, so I have no idea what this plant is, growing on top of a garden wall in a street not far from my house. But as I passed beneath it, ducking my head to avoid low-hanging leaves, I paused.

It was alive with buzzing. Look at that photo, try and count the leaves and the tiny flowers. For every one, there was a bee, furiously nosing about for goodies. The noise, standing beneath that bush, was incredible.

My brain filled with the warmth of the buzz. I snapped a photo, and wished I could linger. With hindsight, a bit of lingering would have done no harm. No harm at all.