I was running ninety miles an hour again today, which is good. It keeps my motor warm and my belts flexible.

But I dashed out of the office for a minute to give the dogs a potty break, and took a second to take my photo for the day. I haven’t missed one yet, even if some of them have been mighty boring.

The almond trees, my sure-as-shit harbringers of spring, are a little late this year. There are a few blossoms here and there, but the late cold has them all confused. And has the bees annoyed.

But I could see some of the flowering plums on base, and they were popping like crazy already.

It wasn’t until I started taking pictures that I realized that the pink, while pretty, wasn’t what I was after.

No, I found myself photographing bees.

And that was fine.