Flowers from my garden. I thought that those of you enduring winter cold would enjoy them a bit. An article I read this morning tells how scientists have discovered that flowers can hear the buzzing of bees and become sweeter as they arrive to pollinate. The eternal dance of reproduction, this time more beautiful and romantic that we could ever imagine. I’m grinning like a fool as I write this because a new discovery as beautiful as this one is a treasure. Keeps me alive…. buzzzzzzz.
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