Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

It was like having a bee around you.
You know it won't hurt - perhaps you even want to touch it - but it might still hurt you. A wasp though, you know that one will get you. So Holland was a bee. A honey bee, bumblebees, well, bumbled and he certainly didn't.

She tried not to recoil or let tears spring to her eyes.
So she just kinda stood there, a bit shellshocked.
But...he needed Yarrow. Yes, ok.
He turned, she followed obediently, head slightly down.

Yarrow.
"Yes," she replied sullenly.
She knew they were often brightly coloured, but it was harder in the winter to find them.
The leaves were easy to identify though, and it grew best in full sunlight.
She searched for more open areas - no bushes or boulders. The feathery leaves often stood out in the winter. The water didn't matter, but it could survive without much water.
She moved away from the water's edge.

Nose to the ground, she'd smell it too. The sweetness of it was unmistakeable in this season.