The day started kind of iffy, but the sky cleared by about noon. Although windy, it became quite warm. Thus my beloved and I decided to have our lunch on the terrace. Sitting under the trellis in the southern corner, we are protected from the sun by the bignonia that grows from the terrace of our neighbor down the street. It is in flower. As we are munching along, I am watching the bees assembled around the hefty orange flowers. Those hanging off the trellis are in constant motion. Propelled by the gusty wind, they sway every which way. The bees do their best to catch hold of them. My eyes focus on a bee trying to grab hold of a flower. It sways back and forth so much, that the bee gives up after a few tries and goes for a neighboring flower that sways a bit less. Soon afterwards, I notice another bee doing the same. And then another. The flowers that sway the most get the least attention of the industrious bees. Their pollen goes to waste. Realizing that the story ends with a wise counsel, I crack a smile. Neither bignonias nor bees could care less about a sagacious fable of this sort.