"Our life is leaves drifting slowly earthward, rain softly falling, children being born and growing up to their own lives, friends conversing before an open fire, good food and good sleep."
--Irving Petit, Life on Tiger Mountain
Sunday, July 30, 2006
One of the hollyhocks fell over the other day, and the bees took advantage of the gravity assist to party on the pollen until they passed out. When I nudged one of them to see if they were even alive, it buzzed sleepily and burrowed even further into the flower.