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Hubby and I noticed how loud the bees are each morning outside the bedroom window and I thought about the “bee-loud glade” right away. Of course, we are grateful for the bees and a neighbor down the road has hives so they are probably his.
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This Lime-tree Bower my Prison
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
…Nor in this bower,
This little lime-tree bower, have I not mark'd
Much that has sooth'd me...
Through the late twilight: and though now the bat
Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters,
Yet still the solitary humble-bee
Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure;
No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,
No waste so vacant, but may well employ
Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart
Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good,
That we may lift the soul, and contemplate
With lively joy the joys we cannot share.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade...
How are you all doing?
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After an interesting afternoon, all is well here. Hubby doesn’t think the next wave will be bad so fingers are crossed.