The waning days of summer. I hear the sound of cicadas in the trees, feel the sun's warmth on my face and sit ~ taking it all in ~ an almost lazy content feeling as I watch from the porch, a glass of lemonade sweating sweetly in the heat. There it is, the sound of a bumble bee bumbling along. They land then appear to bounce from bloom to bloom until they find the right one to stay a while. The lazy, hazy days of summer. Enjoy them as they are fleeting.
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| Backside bumble |
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| The perfect stop |
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| Staying a while |
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| Enjoying the nectar |
