Came a upon this thistle plant, and these aging bumble bees a few weeks back at a favorite local spot, Charlies Gardens. Some of the bee’s were barely moving, some were still, likely no longer alive. The blue and purple spiny show of the thistle caught my eye, but the bees image remained in my mind. It was death, but I fancied it a quite nice death. A life’s work done harvesting sweet nectar, only to finish off in the sun, gorging on the sweet goodness that powered your wings, in the short time allowed.