Felt the wish upon her tongue to fly

[sovay]

This afternoon for the first time in decades, I was stung by a bee. Unlike its summer's coreligionist, it caught in my hair without a telltale buzz, so that I put up my hand to comb out a trapped leaf or twig and received instead a stinger in the pad of my thumb. I was able to pluck it out within surprised seconds since it stood out as clearly as a splinter, but I felt terrible about the bee. The pain had started to ebb by the time I got back to the house, but I took the second half of my walk with my thumb in a baking soda plaster. I was reassured by the sight of other bees in bushes of lavender and sunflowers.

In better news of the insect kingdom, the last two monarchs hatched in the late afternoon and were released by my niece, eagerly fluttering their stained glass wings to the sun.

Comments

[asakiyume]

I love about monarchs how the pattern of spots on their wings continues on their bodies. And yes, how beautiful they are when they catch the light!

Very sorry for both you and the bee!

[sovay]

I love about monarchs how the pattern of spots on their wings continues on their bodies. And yes, how beautiful they are when they catch the light!

These last two were substantial butterflies, too. I told my mother they had been raised well.

Very sorry for both you and the bee!

Thank you!