If I were a bee, hunkered down against the winter gloom, I would have risked a short foray out into the big bad world today. The blue sky and the fragrant mahonia flowers, advertising their wares with perfumed wafts, would have been provocation enough. If I were a bee I doubt I would be one of the more restrained variety. However, even the strictest “I’ve set my alarm to spring and I refuse to leave this burrow until it goes off” type would have been sorely tempted.
Although I have been known to do a little pollination, I am of course not a bee. But still I was very pleased to be outside amongst the early blooms and the sunshine, warm and content.