Spring fuels the delusion that you can live in harmony without impacting anyone else, but the birds know better.
Probing my raison d’etre.
It seems to her that humans have only one spring, one summer, one fall, and if they’re lucky — or not, depending on your perspective — one winter.
There were bees everywhere, bathing in pollen, drinking in the day, doing what bees do: pollinating plants, making food, and perpetuating their families.
Because we live on a sunny piece of property only 35.57° north, we have access to homegrown food every day of the year.