I was picking some of my last few calendula, and after I placed them on the table I realized there was a bee, cold, unmoving but still alive, on the underside of the petals.
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Mom of five kids aged 16-36. Journeying though life, and looking for the way home. Trying to remember that the map is hidden in all I see, even in the face of the grief that has settled upon me since my daughter passed away in 2016. Currently picking through scattered pieces. View all posts by Birch Wind
In the Wind 