"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, July 20, 2007
I'm checking the hives on Sunday. In the meantime, a domestic bumblee for your enjoyment. On my sunflower.