One of the sweetest sounds of spring is a blossom-bursting tree humming with a hundred bees. And after the blossoms fall and the bees move to the next awakening, you just wait for the fruit to grow and fall. Not now, but soon, with that ‘somehow, some...
Two zooming micro-miracles singing the arrival of summer – bees’ feet shaking heather bells and the ‘sap-stealing dodder’ twining around furze spikes. ‘When the bees’ feet shake the bells of the heather, and the ruddy strings...
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