3 May 2010

At the bee hives, the turmoil of yesterday evening seems forgotten. Bees are flying happily, and if I stand under the crabapple tree, now in full bloom, the humming of thousands of bees working the blossoms is, not to be too crass/mundane, like listening to the 403 on a foggy day. Did not place the file folders but they're laid out: first thing tomorrow will shove 'em under the hives on a couple of cookie sheets.