Buzzing Around

Not much to say today, except that it is a lovely one. At 10:30 am the air is cool, sun warm, all is quiet at Birch Haven Resort. I took a walk on the trail behind the resort. All the way a bee or fly swarmed my head. That often happens when I walk. I don’t flap my arms and swat my face any more. They never land, just circle around buzzing. What is it about one’s head that a bug finds so interesting? Are they there to annoy or to honor? I suppose one could make either of it.