It was a mid-August morning in 1978. Though I had been up for a couple of hours I still had not made any plans for any expeditions that day. It was a perfectly warm day to enjoy the outdoors with just a few clouds in the sky.
My dog Mutt and I sat on the front porch soaking in some of the morning sun.
As I scratched her behind her ears I watched the big bumble bees as they wove in and out of the flowers growing along the walkway to the porch.
Each bee seemed to be laboring under its own weight and bumped into each flower before landing.
Mutt stood up and stretched out her limbs before slowly walking off the porch. She looked back at me as if to say, “My turn. Follow me.”