Monday 12 April 2010: Busy Bees
On the way home I couldn't even count the trees in bloom, there were that many. Every tree had a cloud of busy bees around it, all dizzy with delight, fast-fluttering from flower to flower.
I stood underneath almost all of them, smelling, looking, dodging the odd bee with no sense of direction.
And more pictures, dizzy with delight myself. Such a wealth of pink and whites.
I could stand there all day, every day and not get tired of it.