I could watch them all day long

The bees love the bluebells.

This makes me wish I were a bee and could just crawl up inside of the blossom. I try with my camera, but it's not quite the same:

I sit in the sun, watching them buzz around me and imagine that one day, I will be eating their nectar made from the essence of dandelions and bluebells and a myriad of other summer flowers from my garden, planted by my hands.

And Genera Tsao and the gang grow larger and more distinguished. They take dirt baths and threaten annihilation of my seed beds.

Elijah sometimes thinks he's one of them, perhaps a big brother.