The Bees


The Gardener had run the sprinkler the evening before, so in the early morning of a hot, breezy day just after Midsummer, Mama Chipmunk and Squirrel carried a large dish of water into the shade of the stone wall — to give the bees somewhere to rest, and a cool drink if they needed it. Mama Chipmunk wanted to set out a few tiny chairs (the ones she kept for her littlest grandchildren), and a selection of books, but Squirrel said he didn’t think the bees would want to take toooo much time away from their flower-hunting and pollen-gathering.

(June 2022)


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