Twisted and knotted, standing tall against the sky, reaching toward the light.   Age paints its signs on the gnarled canvas of branches, time’s silent witness.   Despite years gone by, green leaves bud and bloom each spring, bringing youth again.

the bees swarm around their hive the scouts have located a new home they pause midair for directions drawing on the scent of scout pheromones the bees guide their old queen to the new place keeping her cool and safe surrounded by her loyal bees…