|The Bees Are Stirring
||[Feb. 15th, 2018|01:07 pm]
The bees are awake- and venturing out of their nest in the eaves. The sun must have roused them. I don't suppose there's much for them to harvest yet. |
I found Marlowe investigating one of them in the long grass at the edge of the lawn "Uh, uh," I thought, "vets bills"- But instinct must have told him this was one little playfellow he didn't want to mess with- and he backed off.