So which came first, the open crocus or the bee? Did the bee emerge from its nest at the first waft of warm air and sunshine, knowing there would be purple crocuses filled with yellow pollen to awaken him from his winter blues? Or did the crocus open knowing that the bee would soon appear and stumble from one flower to another, spreading pollen and ensuring the next generation of little crocus bulbs?
Either way, I was surprised to see a bumble bee out this early in the season. I often see smaller bees and smaller insects, but this big, bumbling, buzzing bee happily dusted with yellow pollen was a welcome sight, and not at all interested in me, bearing no pollen myself.