Monday, July 10, 2017

Drawn, Like Bees (and me) to the Summersweet

Drawn, like bees (and me) to the summersweet, doesn't quite roll of the tongue like moths to the flame. Still there we both were this afternoon, compelled by different desires, at the Summersweet. The bees wanted lunch. I had already eaten.

It's too bad the point and shoot can only capture images and not scents. Because if you get within a few feet of the Summersweet and the blooms don't entice you to get a little closer, the fragrance will probably do the trick.

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