The Wasteful Gardener
I watched as the bee glided in and out of tiny buds collecting their treasure. I stood back in contemplation should I remove this tall proud plant that I considered a weed to be extracted.
Garden growing free
Appreciation of life
Honey for my soul
Copyright © Jane Humphries | Year Posted 2020
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