Bee Fly

This is probably the strangest Easter, indeed, the strangest holiday season, in my pretty long life. All of our traditions—the ones I was born into for Passover and the Easter celebrations I adopted through my wife—are just gone, wiped out in a coronavirus minute, and we were going to have to mark the day alone. (Later, our son Noah would brave the atmosphere and join us for dinner, but our trio was the end of the celebrants.) However, the natural world is carrying on, and in the theme of rebirth, the first of this year's Bee flies, a group of bumblebee mimics I dearly love, appeared for business. There'll be more on them... and better pictures—this Bombylius major only stuck around for a few seconds—when they're more cooperative, but at least this fuzzy insect was there getting into the renewal spirit.