Honey bees are tiny heralds of spring. With their cheery hum, and gentle disposition, they bring with them a sense of contentment. This good-natured little fellow let me follow him around the tree clicking photos as I went. (grin) He was a little frustrated with me by the time I caught this lovely picture of him. He was never mean, did not try to sting me, and kept on working.
What a happy industrious little insect. I imagine I would be happy too, if I were a bee, loaded with purpose, lost in all that pink fragrant blossoming--even with a crazy human following along with that gigantic black eye, clicking and buzzing...indeed, I would be happy.