Bees

It was a foggy morning. The heavy dew was sparkling in the sun. 

Ivy and Bobby thought I might have a bucket.

They saw me looking so naturally, they peed.

I wanted to show how much they've cleaned up around that tree.

Foggy horses.

Foggy weeds.

Foggy llama.

Foggy doggy.

Poppy plays sometimes.

Not this time.

The bees have been living in the trees down there for a while. The moved into a new spot at the base of this tree, they were up higher before. Maybe they are just added an addition. Turn up the sound, you can hear them buzzing.