The Ballad of Hoser

I have to tell the Ballad of Hoser, to remain true to my readers. It began at the beginning of summer, when I went out the back door to check on my tree seeds and see if any miracles had occurred. Not on the growing of trees department, but as I stood next to the garden cart with tools and rolls of new hose on it, a bumblebee flashed past my face and then vanished into his or her duty of collecting and distributing pollen. But where had he come from?