Each morning, I take the dogs out for our 0.9 mile walk through the little pocket neighborhood, usually between 6 & 6:30 AM. Lately, as summer fades, I’ve found myself walking in the dark. As we wend around the corner from the cul de sac, headed for the primary loop, I see ghost like figures ambling about silently under the streetlamps at the intersection, some with their faces lit up blue as they study their smartphones. The dogs and I pass and head up what passes for a hill in this part of the world, 230 feet above sea level. Moments later we are swept by long headlights. We pull off and wait. The school bus inches past and glides away. I feel protective of the children, as if my clock is their clock. If I don’t see them there under the streetlamps in the mornings, I will worry.

Tallahassee, FL. Copyright 2014 Laura Mauney

Each morning, I take the dogs out for our 0.9 mile walk through the little pocket neighborhood, usually between 6 & 6:30 AM. Lately, as summer fades, I’ve found myself walking in the dark. As we wend around the corner from the cul de sac, headed for the primary loop, I see ghost like figures ambling about silently under the streetlamps at the intersection, some with their faces lit up blue as they study their smartphones. The dogs and I pass and head up what passes for a hill in this part of the world, 230 feet above sea level. Moments later we are swept by long headlights. We pull off and wait. The school bus inches past and glides away. I feel protective of the children, as if my clock is their clock. If I don’t see them there under the streetlamps in the mornings, I will worry.

Tallahassee, FL. Copyright 2014 Laura Mauney

"Well, that’s the last one so I guess this is the end," sighed Helen the Honeybee as she soared away up into the oaks.

"Oh, look on the bright side," said Bo the Bumblebee. "Now that you’re outta there you’ll never have to share a petal with that phony little fly on the wall ever again in your whole beautiful life. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say!"

"Thank you, Bo," said Helen. "You are such a sweet man."

Bo flapped his wings so fast that Helen heard them.

… And now you know the story of how bumblebees got their buzz :)

Wilson Creek Winery - Temecula, CA. Copyright 2014 Laura Mauney

"Well, that’s the last one so I guess this is the end," sighed Helen the Honeybee as she soared away up into the oaks.

"Oh, look on the bright side," said Bo the Bumblebee. "Now that you’re outta there you’ll never have to share a petal with that phony little fly on the wall ever again in your whole beautiful life. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say!"

"Thank you, Bo," said Helen. "You are such a sweet man."

Bo flapped his wings so fast that Helen heard them.

… And now you know the story of how bumblebees got their buzz :)

Wilson Creek Winery - Temecula, CA. Copyright 2014 Laura Mauney