She wandered into the garden with her wicker basket, already brimming with wildflowers. The air smelled like spring, warm and sweet, and then—there it was: a fuzzy bumblebee, buzzing right beside her ear.
Her eyes went wide, and she pressed a finger to her lips, as if to say shhh. She doesn’t want to scare it away. She’s never met a bee that didn’t mind being friends, and this one seems just as curious about her as she is about it.
Every petal in her basket is a little piece of that magic afternoon—soft, colorful, and full of the quiet wonder of a girl who still believes in small, gentle things.
