On a sunny Sunday afternoon in March, the world is both dulcet and abuzz with activity.
Simon, sprawled on the couch, represents the former:
![[photo of Simon sprawled on the couch]](/photos/simonsleep.jpg "A good afternoon nap can make one's toes curl with pleasure...")
Outside, Nemo represents the latter. He darts hither and yon, pouncing on unsuspecting insects. No gnat is safe. It's only through great perseverance that I can get him to pause even for a moment in order to snap this shot:
![[photo of Nemo playing in the grass]](/photos/nemograss.jpg "Nemo contemplates the many insect choices available to him.")
I'm sprawled on the warm grass. Kris is on the patio reading a book.
The world is quiet.
Or is it? There's a constant low buzzing hum emanating from the cherry tree:
![[photo of cherry tree in bloom]](/photos/cherrytree.jpg "Cherry trees don't normally buzz, do they?")
It only takes a moment to realize that the tree is aswarm with honey bees busily collecting pollen:
![[photo of a bee gathering pollen from a cherry blossom]](/photos/beeblossom.jpg "The digital camera doesn't like to get close, so this is the best photo of a bee that I could obtain.")
One of the bees mistakenly flies into the house, panicking Toto (who hates all things that buzz). Kris tries to coax it outside, but in the end she has to smush it.
We have book group here tonight. It's tempting to cancel it on account of good weather...
On this day at foldedspace.org
2007 — The Waltons In which I watch The Waltons with Max.
2006 — How to Get Me to Exercise and to Eat Right In which a customer pats my belly.
2005 — Brushless Shave Cream In which the new barber in Canby remembers that I have problems shaving. He sells me a shave cream that he says will cure all my ills.
2002 — Non-Competitive Competition In which I look for non-competitive games that Kris might like to play.
Beautiful animals.