Honey bees

The bush near the house is loaded with fat honey bees.

They're just gorgeous. So purposeful and single-minded. I want my life to be like that: one reason to get up in the morning and one reason to go to bed at night. Make honey all day long. And then you die. Fabulous.

It's lovely to hear them buzz and drone in the early mornings. When I'm still boiling the kettle and making my tea all bleary-eyed, the bees are already hard at it. I'd love to find out where their hive is.