I was rambling in the garden a day or two ago with a rake in one hand and a spade in the other when the first bumble of the season flew by my freckled nose and made her way to a flower pot sitting on the deck. Down went the garden implements with a clang, and I raced into the house for a camera. A few minutes later, our own crabapple tree and and our neighbor's tree were both filled with euphoric buzzing, and several hundred tiny legs covered in golden pollen were kicking their way gleefully through the blooms. Petals were tumbling like confetti in the light wind, and at times it was difficult to tell the difference between bumbles and falling flowers.
Since new colonies of bumbles have hatched and are out and about, springtime is here for sure, and summer is on definitely on its way. Mornings are still cool, but there are fine sunny times ahead, and there are countless happy hours to be spent hovering over shrubbery, bees and blooms with camera and macro lens. Having always had a passion for bumbles, I am overjoyed to know that the little sisters are back in the garden again and buzzing up a fuzzy nectar symphony.
Such watershed moments simply cannot pass unmarked, and I felt like knocking on doors yesterday and hollering the good news to every single soul in the village. Let's call this another hallelujah moment - there can never be too many such things in life.