Where The Bee Sucks ...

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.   
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

MrQ's floral tributes continue to please and the ones with cut flowers are still looking beautiful.

I got stuck into financial admin today. Not my thing at all, makes me feel stupid and vulnerable.