Systematic re-homing

She laughrd gently at her sons enthusiasm for the venture. A soft, thrilled sound of enjoyment and not one of mockery. Perhaps she could mold a scholarly mind to her boy. He really was everything she never knew she wanted. Someone to love, and raise, and teach the wonders of the word to.
"Bees love to be near colorful flowers. They collect and eat pollen, and it sticks to their feet and body. As they go from one plant to the next, they spread that pollen. Plants need that pollen to create more plants. That's how an area becomes so rich in herbs and plant life." That was why in her search for a perfect tree, she had ensured they didn't wonder too far from the garden she was creating.

"That pollen they eat eventually gets turned into honey, which is what you've been chewing on. So... bees like colourful flowers, not open sky. Like this place" she gestured around then, and kissed his forehead softly. Gently ruffling his coat as she did so.