This morning, I headed to the pier to check the skiff and any fishing gear. The winds were picking up a bit so it is better to take care of things before it gets too rough. It was on that quick dash that I had to stop and watch a bee. Yep, even during iffy weather, I watch the critters. At the end of the pier, there is a lovely groundsel bush with its poofy white blossoms. Right in the midst of the bush, there was a single goldenrod branch. I had stopped to admire the beautiful "floral arrangement" when I noticed another goldenrod branch had tilted over the end of the pier. That was where I found my lovely, little friend. The bee was hunkered down among the flowers to escape the wind. While the blooms gave the bee something to grasp, it was still having a wild ride. The whole thing was bouncing around with each gust. At one point, the wind lulled and I was able to photograph the bee. The bee, however, had a different idea. After just one picture, it up and flew to the oak tree and nestled in among the lichens. There, it would be safe from the whipping winds. And I headed back up the hill to the Little Bayou House.


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