So I'm at Treeland in Calabasas yesterday, looking for lavender, when this golf ball flies by, except it's humming, and then it's hovering, right at eye level.

Not a golf ball at all, of course, but a bumblebee, big and round and staring right at me. I missed that shot, unfortunately, and barely got these, as the bee hated the little snickety sound of the camera's auto focus.

She'd fly back and forth and away, yet always return to the work of pulling pollen from these blooms, her legs, extended in flight, coated in gold.

Over at the checkout counter, the resident cat worked just as hard, if not harder. It's just a question of perspective.