…ng the bees, the way they disperse
into a flurry of petals around my head if I walk past too fast.
Now the flowers are fading, but every time I pass underneath
the butterfly bush I am reminded to move slowly, to show hospitality.
Wild and beautiful things take root in unexpected places if you let them,
and if you walk by too fa…
Yes, move softly, quietly, alertly, and the rewards are breathtaking. I love your prose here which is so close to poetry it is hard to tell where one form ends and another begins. You have observed this natural scene so closely. I feel I am standing there also watching the butterflies and bees and breathing in the sweet, rich, purple smell of the flowers!