There is a tree across the street from my house that has been struggling with the change in season. You see, that tree has believed we have already had spring twice this year, donning a bouquet of white blooms, making noses run and throats itch through the winter months. My husband, who suffers greatly with allergies is not having fun, but the bees are surely enjoying the early treat have come and gone and come and gone.
And bees, as Winnie the Pooh suggests, mean honey, and where I live, that means honey sticks at the local farmers market. The treats and visions of spring. Kinda makes you smile.
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