when you have to rescue the first droning honey bee who bumbles inside the house, (and then another, and another…)
when the freshly blooming patio peach buzzes with contentment,
there aren’t enough vases in the world.
when the first swallowtail appears to land a kiss on each hyacinth, as if to say
“I’ve missed you. How I’ve missed you!”
and then, bringing a friend, returns the next day.
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