Still floored that I live mere minutes from the woodlot. It’s doesn’t quite meet the definition of a proper “third place” but it’s where I catch up on all my podcasts/audiobooks and where Oz gets to really RUN (and swim and play and occasionally roll in bear shit).
Today, while watching bees in my garden, I learned that they essentially have little saddlebags on their legs to help store the pollen that they comb off their bodies when they become covered 🐝 🤯