Bees don’t make a bee line in my garden, they meander seemingly randomly.
The bumble bees have been appreciating the horse mint (spotted bee balm) voraciously all summer. It’s finishing up blossoming now and concentrating on making seed.
Today the bees were competing with the butterflies. How comical for a giant swallowtail to halt mid landing because a bee was already there.
What the bees revealed today was a metaphor for how my brain is these days. My thoughts and ideas meander in a seemingly random way, spending longer on favorite flowers and not giving way until I’m ready.