Michelle Schuman

The Butterfly & The Bee: A Slice of The Balkans

Me thought I heard a butterfly Say to a labouring bee: 'Thou hast no colours of the sky On painted wings like me.' 'Poor child of vanity! those dyes, And colours bright and rare,' With mild reproof, the bee replies, 'Are all beneath my care.'Content I toil from morn to eve, And scorning idleness, To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave, The vanity. ~ William Lisle Bowles   Relaxing in a nearby park near in Ljubljana, Slovenia I cannot believe it was almost three weeks ago when I watched the butterflies and the bees swarming on a patch of wildflowers...

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