Between rainstorms, the sun had been so warm that several bees awoke early from their long slumber. Still feeling rather sleepy, but also quite hungry, they flew out of their nests to look for food.

The showy yellow daffodils were bright and cheery, but if they were being honest, the bees weren’t all that interested. So they continued on, toward the far corner of the garden.

There, in the late-winter shade, were several clumps of delicate winter roses — magenta and lavender, deep red and pale pink — and the bees happily descended on the blossoms for a breakfast of sweet nectar.

(Early March 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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