As the sun sank lower today,
I sought to harvest the last remnant of summer's colors
to bring inside and brighten the mood a bit.
But what I did not seek to do,
was bumble a bee's final platter of pollen — a yellow Dahlia.
"Whoopsy daisy! Didn't see you there."
I decided first to join my guest for an afternoon snack,
and promptly picked a fallen petal for a nibble.
"Hmm...tastes better than lettuce."
Then I scooped my little guest up
in a tiny plastic cup.
"Back to the garden, little friend."
It always amazes me that bees will just carry on if I get near them on my land - they've met me before and they seem to know that I mean them no harm. But to allow you to carry her all the way inside is really amazing.
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