I think the way this bumblebee stays put pretty sums up how I’d like to be right now. She’s been clinging to this same spray of goldenrod for a couple days now. Maybe it’s cold. Maybe she’s tired. Maybe she just sees no reason to go anywhere. All she has to do is move over a bit and there’s some nectar, move over a bit more and there’s some pollen. If you’re a bumblebee, it’s a nice way to wind down the summer.
But I gotta go.