How doth the little busy bee...

Today the sun came out, and so did all the flowers, and so did the bees, large and small. I stepped under the crabapples in front of the library and found my head in a hive, coronated by buzzings all around my ears and hair.

Once, a friend stood in a yard with other friends. They were swarmed by bees. For some reason, the bees lodged in his beard. It took them a long time to untangle those bees.

Today was a day for sunning and for greeting. I walked slowly all around town, in between my various commitments. Ambled: I ambled in those shining hours.
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