I wonder if the little bumblebee I watched today grows tired of being dropped upside down every time he lands on the flowers which are so much more delicate than he.
I pondered this for a moment and decided that wasn’t so. Maybe he doesn’t completely realize he is the reason it drops. He loves himself as he lazily loops from one bloom to the next.
Perhaps he even sees the sudden whoosh backward as a kiss. Perhaps he knows that his touch is too rich for the little flower to understand completely.
And so each flower gives of herself to the traveling bee knowing that he was good for her and all those around her, but not quite understanding him or what his purpose is.
I watched bumblebee buzz sweetly, allowing his furry weight to overwhelm the flowers and confident that he is the reason that they will continue on.