Three white, rectangular structures house them. A sharp-eyed passenger on the busy street can see the neat row, almost under the trees.
They prefer to work in anonymity. It’s safer that way for few humans understand or appreciate the important function they perform.
Spring days lengthen. Gardens are planted and trees, ornamental, fruit and nut blossom. One after another they travel between home and garden, seeking sweet nectar.
Summer days become long and hot. Back and forth they move finding bright flowers or eager vegetables to crawl across one after the other.
Fall is coming. Fly now. Seek the last bloom. Store honey for the human caregiver and the cold, blossom bare winter.
