bee feast

Making up for last year, there's not just one giant obscene bloom but three. All at different stages. One is a teeny tiny ping-pong ball still wrapped up. One - this one ere - is gradually opening in the grumpy and pointed manner of a teenager removing itself from bed. The other one has no shame whatsoever. This makes me happy.

I've put all my pictures up here. In a year I will look at them and laugh. Ha! Like that. Or possibly blub, if I no longer have some approximation of this to gaze upon.