Isn’t it astonishing that year after year the earth renews itself? That spring keeps coming back delights and amazes me more than I can say. It never loses its enchantment. That flowers occur at all is a wonder and a marvel. Is all this loveliness just for the sake of the bees? What majestic creatures they must be. How certainly they must rank to be the foremost beneficiaries of so much extravagant and gratuitous beauty. The cosmos bending down to small, busy creatures?
Perhaps we figure into the scheme as well. Such beauty wants an audience.