Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

– Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man

Garden 3

This morning the honey bee returned to our garden.

Garden 4

I had not seen them for two years.

Garden 5

And I feared I may never see them again.

Garden 6

But there they were. Flitting from poppy to poppy.


Our garden ... complete again.

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