We got bees yesterday, through the bartering generosity of a neighbor (milk for honey!). I am mesmerized by the bees—I love to stand out there and watch them, and listen to their hum.

We had gotten bees last fall, but due to a number of traumas, they didn’t make it through the winter. I feel much more confident about this hive.

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Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter
Fruit of sweating golden Inca
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down
And Sir Sun stands up
Me I’m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron

Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August’s organ
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down
in her hilltop bed
And Sir Sun stands up
raise his regal head
Me I’m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron

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Now playing: XTC – Summer’s Cauldron
via FoxyTunes Summer’s Cauldron
XTC


“That buzzing-noise means something. If there’s a buzzing noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee. ….
And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey…..
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.”–Winnie the Pooh

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Now playing: Beat Happening – Indian Summer
via FoxyTunes