The flowers of the clearing bounced beneath the weight of the fat-fuzzy bumblebees who ravaged them almost drunkenly, sinking upon the clovers and then to the vivid purple spikes of lupine. Hummingbirds zoomed in and considered the blooms before hovering down upon them for a quick sip of their nectar. Thick and heady was this song of pollination, and it did not halt for Lyrinda as she skipped and spun merrily through it all, whilst plucking every flower she came across and tossing them into her basket as if it was all part of an elaborate dance.