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.
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* Wasn't going to bother asking anyway!
HPs, professional this, professional that ...half of them don't know what the word means, but they love to harp on about how 'professional' they are!
Nice piccies btw. I found a crocus yesterday that the cat hadn't sat on.
Great! Don't forget to post your Easter Bunny picture again whenit's time!
Sorry to hear that, Father, and I hope that you feel better soon. The snowdrops are out here.
The natural world, when we allow it to intrude still, is wonderful, isn't it? 'Laudate eum in magnalibus eius, laudate eum secundum multitudinem magnitudinis eius.'
Spring is my favourite season. I've been eyeing our back garden too for signs and have been rewarded with crocuses, snowdrops, polyanthus and loads of daffs with heavy buds.
It really does lift the spirit in these grey days.
Thanks be to God for his beautiful creation!
Aah...snowdrops!
I don't believe they grow here in the US - at least I've never seen one here. Right now the only 'snowdrop' we see is snow dropping off roofs! Spring is still a ways off for us in the frozen Midwest. But...in time!
Father - bees (the nectar-gatherers) are 'she'. It's the drones who are 'he's'. Beware the monstrous regiment....
Pius XII obviously had a soft spot for bees as well. You are in good company!
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