The swarm bees have left the willow tree. Don't know when, other than mid -morning; don't know where, other than somewhere out there ( beneath the pale moonlight - ooh, someone shut her up before she sings the whole song).
And that's it. No 'thanks for worrying about us in the wind and the rain for the last ten days.' No 'thanks for fretting about getting us a new home because we were dithering.'
That's bees for you.
I'm off to have some toast and honey...mmmm....
Oh dear, that's bees for you as you say. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the saga of the bees. Very entertaining.
ReplyDeleteDiana
And what a saga it has been, Diana! In fact, I am all saga-ed out with bees at the moment.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the writing, though.
Denise