A friend of this page named Michelle sent me this today…I love it. It reminds me of my gardening mother's wise adage, which she used to tell us all the time when we were kids: "Every day that goes by that you do not touch the soil, you aren't really alive." The honeybees in this image also remind me of my father, a beekeeper, and brought me a memory of the sweet smell around our house every year around this time when Dad would extract the honey from the hives. I also remember the lazy buzzing sound of autumn bees so drunk on honey that they were rendered staggeringly and adorably harmless.
In other words, Michelle, you just gave a complete sensory 3D childhood earthy memory experience with this quote…and from right here in my hotel room on the road.