flowery beds...Soon the sun will warm them and they will be off to work.
They'll dance from aster to aster, goldenrod to goldenrod and back to their nests. All day long, until the sun drops behind the trees, the temperatures cool and they sleep where they land.
There's a passage in To Kill A Mockingbird* that comes to mind when ever I see them asleep:
Boo had drifted to a corner of the room, where he stood with his chin up, peering from a distance at Jem. I took him by the hand, a hand surprisingly warm for its whiteness. I tugged him a little, and he allowed me to lead him to Jem's bed. Dr. Reynolds had made a tent-like arrangement over Jem's arm, to keep the cover off, I guess, and Boo leaned forward and looked over it. An expression of timid curiosity was on his face, as though he had never seen a boy before. His mouth was slightly open, and he looked at Jem from head to foot. Boo's hand came up, but he let it drop to his side. "You can pet him, Mr. Arthur, he's asleep. You couldn't if he was awake, though, he wouldn't let you..." I found myself explaining. "Go ahead." Boo's hand hovered over Jem's head. "Go on, sir, he's asleep." His hand came down lightly on Jem's hair.
So, I gently reach out and touch them...Being ever mindful that they are tiny, precious creatures and like Jem, when awake, they would never let me get this close.
*Author, Harper Lee~One of my favorite books. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1961.