Small domestic tragedy - repaired.
I know in the scheme of recent events, a broken flower pot should not cause grief. But there it was it was. We had carefully moved it to (we believed a sheltered spot) and despite all our care a last blast of winter had swept down to destroy it. This magnificent vessel had been created to give pleasure and help green things flourish. Something beautiful had ended.
Fiery horses and other bees
A few weeks later I remembered the hive and decided it should be put away. I lifted up its lid and there was the most beautiful nest. It was composed of hay and feathers and the most tremendous heat emanated from it. Cautiously I investigated further and found it contained several baby field mouse babies.