A few days ago I bumped along the highway in the back of a greyhound style bus full of fourth grade children. We were on our way to Colonial Williamsburg for a "trip back in time" as eyewitnesses to early colonial life. We arrived, myself a bit queasy, and began a quiet tour through empty cobblestone streets. After a stop at the carpenter's shop, the tailor's and the military magazine, we paused for lunch beneath a wooden-framed arbor covered in flowering vines.
Against the white-washed wooden building next door was a patch of magenta foxgloves already six feet tall and glowing in the gentle sunshine. I lifted my camera to get a shot when into my frame flew a fat fuzzy bumble bee. His legs were heavy laden with golden pollen but he greedily gathered more. Here he is upon liftoff ~ moving on to the next patch of old-time blooms.