Yesterday my bees were zipping all around the farm, flying far and wide and returning home weighed down by pale green and yellow pollen. Today the weather prognosticators were shaking their gnarled fists in the air and shouting, “Snow… Snow!!!”
We got none. Zip. Nada. Dodged a bullet there.
Which brings me to another subject almost as near and dear to my heart as beekeeping – my 2nd Amendment rights. Dear politicians: we have this document called the Bill of Rights. I’ve seen it. It’s there, preserved under glass, in Washington DC, mere footsteps away from where Congress convenes.
I suggest you all take a walk over there, slip on your eyeglasses, and read it.