I suffer from terrible hayfever, so I would make a pathetic bee. However, if I were a bee, today is the type of day I would love.
It’s one of those dreamy warm days we’ve been blessed with this year. A searing warm sun brings the bees out of their mid-morning slumber while a fresh breeze carries the floral scent of oil seed rape. It must be the bee equivalent of that unbeatable first whiff of freshly-baked bread.