Everyone’s talking about the unseasonable weather. Too hot, too cold, no snow, too much rain.
Here in eastern France, after a glorious autumn and then a first snowfall that was properly timed and then quickly melted, it’s been warm.
So warm, in fact, that a few of the bees under the eaves left their protective winter huddle and ventured out to explore the winter landscape, which sees our hydrangeas budding and otherwise dormant flowers starting to blossom.
The bees wander around the outside of the house.
They attempt winter pollination of the holiday floral decorations.
They must be so confused.
As are we.