The native bees were cold today. Had to warm them up. ♥
Some would reach right out to my hand from the flower they were stranded on, seeking the warmth of my palm like a floatation device in an airy ocean of cold. Others would buzz loudly and refuse my help. The ones that did climb onto my hand, though, would wander around adorably, all over my fingers and wrist as they warmed up. Then they'd start rubbing their heads, and before I knew it, they were warm and flew away. My mom and I did this several times, using this opportunity as a great photo op. .
It was adorable. I love bees.