Her Final Resting Place

Dear Diary,

While I was watering the container of flowers on my stone wall I discovered this bee who had died in the throat of a petunia blossom.  Hard at work gathering pollen she simply stopped and died....just like that.  I thought it was a lovely spot for the little one to draw her last breath.  She went like all good worker bees should, hard at work.

This little garden drama was very poignant to me.  It made me think of something John O'Donohue use to say,  "We never know how close our feet are to the edge."  It is simply our job to live our lives each day to the fullest and then, when the time comes, we will have no regrets.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Edgar Allan Poe