It’s a warm, sunny afternoon in May when I stop in my tracks, surprised by the number of bees floating around me. The bush beside the path reveals why.
A swarm of bees.
Isn’t it ma…
It’s a warm, sunny afternoon in May when I stop in my tracks, surprised by the number of bees floating around me. The bush beside the path reveals why.
A swarm of bees.
Isn’t it ma…