
Not more than an hour after we hung up, I was in our garage, putting wet clothes in the dryer when I spotted a bee, sitting on top of the machine. I nudged it, and it moved. Barely. Bet it's cold, I thought to myself. Maybe hungry, too? Gently, I picked it up and set it in the sunshine on a nearby potted tomato plant, one of two that we've managed to keep alive through the winter.
Then–remembering how Mike and Jeanette fed their butterfly honey and fermented pears–I dashed back inside the house and found a container of honey in the kitchen. I mixed a tad with some water in the lid of a water bottle. Using a toothpick, I applied some to the stem where the bee sat...

Where, I'll never know.
On the phone, I'd asked Mike and Jeanette if all the time and effort they'd put into one butterfly had really been worth it. Oh, yes, they said firmly.
Yes–I agree–because every creature that we help even in some small way in their journey on this earth makes a difference. Sometimes, too, one seemingly insignificant boost can ripple out and inspire someone else to do the same.
Most certainly, one lucky bee in Texas has a Monarch with a mended wing to thank.
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