Walking around the garden one last time, as the sun was setting, I found a bumblebee clutching the first Moonflower of the season, anticipating its opening.
Motionless, he patiently waits for the flower to unfurl.
Perhaps he can smell its sweetness. Perhaps some special memory urges him to wait, anticipating good things to come.
Oh to have the focus, the faith, and the patience of this little one.
What treasures might wait for us, also?
Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014