So picture a hot summer's night. The golden hour is just beginning. The dog's are up to their necks in clover so really do not want to pay attention to me. Seriously they think I plopped them in a giant salad bowl just so they can eat.
It takes a brave woman to lie on the grass [and who knows what else is there] at the park frequented by a zillion pooches.
I'm on my tummy shouting "cookie, treat" anything to get their attention. Then I roll over... yup right onto a bumble bee. Man that hurt! All for the shot right?! Well worth it though to stop and take in the gorgeous golden hour casting it's glow on the clover field, capturing another fond memory of my girls being their naughty selfs - simple "finds" that make my days :)
I am no ordinary bee. I’m royalty, a queen, you see! I don’t just raise a family – I rule a whole society! Each day I lay two thousand eggs. Believe me – that’s tough on the legs! My doting daughters feed my belly, And I was raised on royal jelly. My princely sons are known as drones – Not one of those boys ever phones! When it’s too crammed, then I take wing. With such a life – who needs a king? ~ Author Unknown