Feeling melancholy today (very badly let down by a health care professional,* and wondering whether to make a formal complaint), I happened to cast my eye out from the priests' kitchen on the first floor in the seminary and saw a flash of yellow in the grass below. The first flower of spring! I capered downstairs, suddenly lighter hearted, and saw another, purple, crocus with, glory be to God, a bee! And here he is, doing as bees do, going about his buzzness.
* Don't bother asking; I'm not going to give details.