bees

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you. Some days you feel as if you are floating over the wispy clouds and the majestic mountains. Other days you feel as if you are swimming alongside the beautiful myriad colored fishes in the vast ocean. Some days you feel as if you can understand the language of the birds and the bees and other days you feel as if the walls and doors are talking to you!

Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.

To be successful, one has to be one of three bees - the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in.

The only time I ever believed that I knew all there was to know about beekeeping was the first year I was keeping them. Every year since I__e known less and less and have accepted the humbling truth that bees know more about making honey than I do.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

If only thy eyes flutter once, the bees lose their direction and the fighting men their aim!

Flora took pleasure in the delicacy of her approach and studied the ways of the smallest, sweetest blooms she could find, tiny pimpernels and forget-me-nots hiding in the pockets of the fields. The energy of the sun on her body and the joy of foraging filled her soul. She flew the fields and gathered until the light began to fade and she heard the sound of her forager sisters' wings turning for home. Then she joined them.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.

The garden flourished that summer because Magnus's mother was determined to feed her family despite the depredations of the distant war. In the fall, there were beans and tomatoes and pickles to can, and jar after jar of applesauce. Mama's hives yielded fresh honey, and then willow skeps were winterized. The bees would not come out until the air warmed and the sun appeared.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing__h the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flies stuck to one another crowded by the creek and a creek stink rising from the deep pool under the willow tree where a wheat sack of new kittens had been drowned, and their tiny terrible struggling had shot like an electric current through the confusion of muddy water and up the arm of the person who had tied the stone around the mouth of the sack and thrust it into the water; and the culprit had not been able to brush away the current; it penetrated her body and made her heart beat with fear and pity. I was the culprit.

Santa is like a queen bee. All the elves are his drones, who exist to feed him royal jelly, which I guess would be milk and cookies. If an elf escapes and eats royal cookies, it will turn into another Santa. That__ what all those mall Santas are. They__e trying to start their own festive colonies.

Even the bees I'd swear were sent to protect us in the delicate business of hives and honey are stung to silence by the news that something winged has lost its flight.

Darwin called such a process artificial, as opposed to natural, selection, but from the flower__ point of view, this is a distinction without a difference: individual plants in which a trait desired by either bees or Turks occurred wound up with more offspring.