A Virginia creeper grows on the outside of my house. It has grown bigger each year we’ve lived here, sprawling its tentacles around the corner and across the bricks. In the autumn the leaves burst into flames before falling off, leaving us to wait for the green to come back months later. Now it’s summer and each time I open the front door I’m greeted by the hum of honey bees. I didn’t realise the creeper had flowers to interest bees. Peeping behind the green curtain of leaves I find what they’re up to in there.