On bees, flowers, loss, and the small signs of life This week, death and grief have found their way into more conversations than usual. Some have been conversations of faith. Some have been with friends. Some have been brief remarks, almost passing comments, where someone says just enough for you to realise they are carrying something heavier than they first let on. It is strange when a theme gathers like that. One conversation might be chance. Two might be coincidence. But a