Bees in the Flowers

Since I've given up hope of having a thriving hive of my own this year (more on that later), it seems I have mentally adopted every bee I see out in the world. If I don't already have my camera in hand, I rush to find it in order to capture photographic evidence of my encounter with one of God's bees. In New York (state) I saw bees everywhere I turned, much to my delight. But none were more gratifying to see than the honey bees in my Grandma's hollyhock bush. It was from this very bush she would pick my sister, cousin, and I flowers and transform them into dolls with bell-shaped skirts before our very eyes. What a joy to see the free-bees playing and working among them. 

No bee here, I just like the picture.

Lola, however was not as in to photographing bees.