Anyone who knows me even moderately well knows that an afternoon basking in the sunshine on my back porch recharges me in ways that few other things can. A little music, some good friends, and maybe (just maybe) an adult beverage.
This past summer, while enjoying my respite, I had a visitor. A huge black and yellow bumblebee hovered around in the garden, bouncing from flower to flower, unknowingly doing Mother Nature’s good work. The science geek in me wants to jump straight into anther and stigma, but I’ll spare you the details and simply state that without the work of the bee, moving pollen from place to place and spreading the seed, my flowers and yours would cease to thrive.