anticipation

I can hardly wait for the raspberries to ripen.

While I was taking this picture the honey bees were working the flowers. Seeing how few blossoms that were left and the number of times each blossom was visited by the bees I began wondering how much nectar each blossom started with and if there was any left for the bees. I began to feel a little sorry for the bees and all their hard work for what appeared to be very little rewards.
I think I will get over this quite quickly.