On my bike ride yesterday, I stopped to rest at the top of a long hill, and while I was catching my breath, I watched a bee landing on different weed stems and bending them down nearly to the ground. It was a graceful performance. The bee would float to a stem, alight on it, and the stem would elegantly bow until it almost touched the grass, the bee riding it with style. Then the bee would drift off to another stem and the show would be repeated.
-- July 19, 2007