Invitation To A Dance

The branches of the crabapple tree are laiden heavy with blossoms. Cascading upwards and outwards they appear like a cloud reaching for the bright blue sky.

Each delicate, velvety petal surrounds the florets that yield the secret treasure.

And so the dance begins.

The honeybees encouraged by the seductive scent lingering forth come to flitter and hover over each dainty bloom. They alight, but for a moment to drink the heavenly nectar. As the bees pirouette and grand allegro about the tree searching intently for every funnel it begins to buzz from all the activity. Tiny reflections from the creatures' wings glitter in the early morning sunlight.

It is a twofold tale; the bees help pollinate the blossoms producing little crabapples that will cover the old branches later in the season and the nectar that the tree gives so unselfishly will be returned to the hive and become food of the gods, honey.


'Dance is a delicate balance between perfection and beauty'
- Unknown