Excerpt from “Victoria’s Garden”

As I walk over to the crab apple tree, I slowly admire its lovely flowers. As I bend to smell one, I stumble upon a lone honey bee. The vibrant color of this seemingly lonely creature is mustard yellow and obsidian. I can hear its gentle buzz. Its sheer, frail wings are clapping together lovingly while it indulges in a delectable sip of nectar which is dripping from the apple blossom like sweet, golden honey fresh from the comb.