24 May 2020 – Walking south through quiet residential local streets, as usual, and, again as usual, head-swivelling to check out each back alley as I pass. Because there might be something to explore.
And, oh, this time, there is.
A brightly painted bee-trail the length of the block.
It starts with that one bee, then leads you hippity-hop forward …
to a node with two bees, to keep you motivated …
and a final twist of hippity-hop …
to the three-bee finale.
And then the magic spell is broken.
Or perhaps intensified, depending on your attitude to cityscape.
I turn my head to the right, and take in the boarded-up old house, the beater-car in the yard — and what explodes all over the rest of the yard.
B is for buttercup.