The Beautiful Bumblebee

Now everybody knows, I suppose, without bees in your garden, nothing grows. — Craig Smith

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I’m going to tell you ta story. Don’t panic — it’s short but it does have a lot of meaning (well, to me at least).

What seems like a hundred years ago when I was 11 years of age, I got my first pair of glasses.

I can remember vividly that day. They arrived in the afternoon, and immediately my mother told me to put them on.
“Oh, mom, you’ve got wrinkles!” I exclaimed.
“Take them off!!!” she gasped.

I saw a lot of “firsts” that day — my sister’s freckles, my brother’s burgeoning lip fuzz, the veins on a leaf and the individual petals on the daisy flowers that scattered the lawn, in fact, I even saw the blades of grass.

But the thing that fascinated me the most — was the bumblebee. Why? Well, I had never seen the wings before.

Oh, I instinctively knew that she must have had wings because she flew, but I’d never seen her wings — never seen how small and delicate they were.

From then on the bumblebee became my hero. I got to know her very well as we had a lot of them around my home…