Go out there, she’d told us, and just be, just be, just be, and I do try to do as I’m told, don’t I, especially when I’m told what to do by women, I want them to work their authority, oh, that’s a mommy thing, isn’t it, just be, you good, good boy. So here I am, back in my own front yard, standing still on the lawn, and looking at the succulents. Doing what? Not going. Just being. Browsing them, maybe? Maybe. Just be. I am the ‘just bee’, not with a pollen purpose, but just being through all and every isness, that’s my business. Busy little be. It’s a honey thing, a mommy thing, and it’s just enough.