There were bees everywhere, bathing in pollen, drinking in the day, doing what bees do: pollinating plants, making food, and perpetuating their families.
Author: Camille Armantrout
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
A trip to the big city to witness art imitating art.
One day I’ll become a magnificent conduit and nothing else will matter.
Something was up at the Bluebird house, and Bob aimed to find out what.
When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.