From Mary’s Blog

The Bee Teacher. Small package, big reminder

There I was, sitting in the neighborhood park where gleefully screaming kids typically assault the jungle gym. But it was mid-week, early in the afternoon and a school day, so the park was unusually and blessedly silent. I needed quiet. Nagging thoughts about the next chapters of my life had me weary. I picked a weathered bench on the edge of the playground, surrounded by my favorite towering friends, a stand of white pines. An urban neighborhood

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