Iridescent wings of a black bumblebee
Stepping out to have breakfast with my dad this morning proved to be quite an adventure. I found a couple of black bumblebees also out for breakfast. They are having fresh morning glory's nectar.
Remembrance of childhood
On the way home, I found what I was looking for. Childhood flowers. These were the only flowers we were allowed to pick (for they are actually weed flowers) when we were in Sunday school. The result of each flower picking session was a tiny bouquet for my mother.
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