With the redbuds nearly in bloom, the bees knew it was time to plan a feast.

Two honeybees volunteered to go on a scouting expedition, and they returned that evening to report that Possum was, indeed, correct. The venerable trees at the far edge of the woods would no doubt be in full, glorious pink-purple bloom by the day after tomorrow.

Hastily penned invitations went out the next morning to all the bee nests and hives.

And two days later, at the appointed feasting hour, hundreds of happy bees swarmed around the old trees and their thousands of tiny flowers.

(Early April 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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