Becky and Matt. When they were little. Rough housing on the floor with them. Running to meet me as I get home from work. Jumping into my arms so I can carry them. Playing that game where I sit on the couch, wings spread, and if they can charge and dive past me to touch the back of the couch they win. Running. Giggling. Hugging.
We had that moment in time every day for years. While it was happening, it seemed like it would go on forever. Now it feels like it has been forever.
Henry found a new place to snooze.
He can do whatever he wants.
But it’s not. It’s called a carpenter bee.
It’s a pollinator, but not always. If the tubular flower it too deep, it can’t get far enough in to get to the good stuff, so it will go to the base of the bloom, chew a small hole in it and “rob” the nectar that way. It’s “robbing”, because when it does that, it doesn’t do any pollination.
And turkey!
Nice day. Good weather. Mid 70s. Doors and windows open!
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
