Little Dog Mind - Twain

Notes: Early Morning Branch Break

If It’s dark out I’ll walk barefoot across the bee field, chancing an early morning stinger from a bee waiting to return to the box.  Blue Jays are screaming everywhere in the eucalyptus trees waiting for bees to spill out of boxes.  A couple of deer run alongside the deer fence, see me and jolt back the other way.  It doesn’t feel like the city - but I can here bart collecting early morning worker bees headed towards boxes across the bay.  The apricot tree looks heavy next to the leafless pink lady.