A winter get-away
The other night, as I was painting my toenails, I was reminded of a fun little encounter I had a few years ago while on a winter vacation in the southwestern United States. Sporting ten brightly painted pink toenails for the occasion, I was sunbathing by the pool one morning when I got rather hot toasting in the sun and decided to take a dip in the water to cool off a bit. I had a short, invigorating swim and emerged dripping wet, feeling totally refreshed. I rearranged my pool towel, reclined once again on my comfy chaise lounge and was luxuriating in the warm sun once again… when along came a little bee.
Ten Pink Flowers
I’m not at all afraid of bees, so I was very curious to see what this particular bee was up to. I watched with great interest and delight as it circled my right foot a few times and hovered a moment over my big toe. Then it hovered over the next toe, and the next, systematically hovering over each toe of that foot in turn. Then it buzzed over to my other foot where it very methodically hovered over each of those five pink toes.
Upon finally concluding that none of my pink toes were flowers (which must have been surprising, because surely anything that colour ought to have been a flower of some sort), my little bee friend alighted upon my ankle, on which glistened several small droplets of pool water. She gently walked to the edge of a droplet of water and, to my great surprise and delight, began to drink, taking tiny bee sips from each of the last three droplets of water on my ankle. My little friend then lifted off once again, took one more fly-by over each of my bright pink toes (just to make sure her initial assessment was correct) and quickly buzzed off, presumably in search of some real flower blossoms.
To this day, I cannot look at pink toes and not be reminded of that delightful little memory.
Pink Toes in My Flower Garden, by madlyinlovewithlife
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