This weekend, we had a taste of good weather. The sky was perfectly blue with barely a cloud in sight. It was warm. As I am once again sleeping in sweaters, and wrapped in a fleece blanket on the couch, writing this, that was a welcome change.
I was at my parents’, and their flowering pear tree is blooming.
I’m petrified of bees. My sister got married outside last summer, and my parents practically invested in citronella candles and wasp traps for fear that I, the maid of honor, would embarrass everyone at the altar-slash-paper dove garland strung between two trees. In the end, it was too cold and windy for bugs to really be a problem. (Sorry, Mom and Dad!)
There were so many bees on the pear tree that you could hear them buzzing. Did I mention that this tree is right outside my old bedroom window? Let’s hope there aren’t any holes in that window screen. For everyone’s sake.
Later in the afternoon I saw this lone, little cloud in the otherwise perfectly blue sky. I went out to snag a photo, because I love little clouds drifting slowly and alone in the blue sky.
That little non-cloud object obscuring the beautiful blue? A bee.