A couple of days ago I was going out our door when I noticed this.
A bee on a plate with a glass on top.
I imagine a small child "rescued" him from buzzing against a window somewhere
and fully intended to set him free,
but then got sidetracked, maybe by a toilet stop
or maybe by a friend arriving and put said bee down and completely forgot.
Leaving the bee to sit, ironically on the pile of good intentions
by our door (things we fully intend to give back to people),
buzzing futilely against the glass until it died.
It did not help the bee to think that the small child
fully intended to come back and set them free,
or that they got sidetracked by something really really important.
It died anyway.
That's the thing about good intentions.
On the other hand, even small amounts of action can make a difference.
See this pompom Annie is wearing,
she worked away at it for nearly two years in handwork.
Every week or two on a Thursday
she wound another wee piece of wool around the pompom
until finally the thing was finished.
Her good intentions did not finish the pompom,
but her actions did.
I've left the bee by the door for a while,
to remind me that good intentions help no one,
but even the smallest action can encourage someone else.
As a wise man once said...
"Children, let us love not with words and talk, but with actions and in reality!"