(Photos courtesy of Empaths, Old Souls, and Introverts…….)
I was walking under a bee hive today. It was at a local shop near my house. One bee landed on my right breast. It must have been attracted to my bright pink cardigan. I said, “No bee.” It didn’t move. Then I said, “Go home bee,” and before I finished saying bee, it flew away. That phrase always work. I always tell them to go home. I know that they are looking for honey. Maybe I smell sweet to them. I think they know that when I tell them to go home, I am not made of pollen!!