Austin and I sat in the pepper tree.
Under the branches and behind the curtain of leaves.
We listened to the bees buzzing.
Dozens buzzing, but only a few to be seen.
I tried to explain about bees and honey and flowers and pollen.
Four-year-olds don’t care about symbiotic relationships.
After we’d been quiet for a few minutes, the birds came to join us.
Our tummies told us it was time to go inside for lunch.