Derek thinks I’m nuts. I don’t disagree.
All I can say is they were super calm and I approached vvveeerrryyy slowly.
They were too busy working to pay me any mind.
I love how the comb looks like petals, rounded at the edges.
I remember the hive being much bigger last time. Fear has a way of distorting memories. It’s been in Der’s mom’s backyard for years. In times past I steered clear of it. This time, for whatever reason, I allowed myself to stop and admire the beauty of it and forgot to be afraid.