Thursday, August 13, 2009
Oh, I do think of that Jerry. Having the bees flying up my pant leg would be enough to send me into a freakazoid dance out there in the bee yard, and we will not see that happen anytime soon. I am still frightened enough of the bees to remain at a safe distance here in the house. I do understand all the "bee talk" and how they're not interested in me, only gathering nectar, yada yada. But the thought of a bee just even landing on me makes me crazy. You amaze me. Enjoy those bees. When Jerry got back we sat on the porch for awhile, Jerry in the shade and I in the sun , our usual spots. After a moment the dogs settled down and went to their spots. Angel had prematurely run into the house, thinking we were right behind her. Jake laid down on the rug in the sitting area, Bailey worked his way from a seat on the stairs to laying underneath the stairs by coming in from under the porch. He likes to "burrow" and be hidden in. Daphne just wandered around the area directly in front and to the sides of the porch steps. Sniffing grass, examining bugs, she keeps busy. I let Angel back out and she too laid down on the landing at the top of the steps. We talked about how his bee process worked out, and how the bees are handling all the thievery. They're not happy. I am so conscious now of any bee I see. Is it a honey bee? Should I let it live? Generally I do. Wasps and yellow yackets have no prayer. I feel I have to stomp on or whack even more of them just to make up for the population of honey bees that I do NOT destroy when given the opportunity. The bees live so we can sell their honey. Kind of brutal in its truth, but hey, that's life! I'm heading out to the back deck to read a great book. Enjoy the day!
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