Reservation For One

Just capturing a bit of light on some imperfect Rhodies when this bee skid in from the right and landed right smack dab in the middle of my shot like it was late for a very important date. Excuse me little bee, did you have a reservation?

Processing old letters, receipts, bills, statements...neither Mother Comfort nor her husband threw things away. We're moving along, my sweetie and I, and we are becoming more and more efficient at reducing our own stock of excess at the same time. There is good in everything.