Bees Knees

I never understood why someone would say something like, "She's the bees knees" and that was a compliment.

For several years now bees have been scarce across the country.

Honey bees that is.  Not those horrid paper wasp things that are becoming more prolific than bunnies.  Hate those things.

Last year I was walking some of the little Native's home from school and heard a sound!  A sound that made me stop and look around.

I realized the sound was coming from above me.  Looking up I was amazed at what I saw.  A tree exploding in blossoms and a sound so loud.  A humming.  A buzzing.  The blossoms were covered in honey bees flitting from blossom to blossom.

I sat and watched mesmerized.  I'd never seen a honey bee at work and so up close and personal.

Several times I went back and watched the bees at work.  So fascinating watching the pollen catch on their legs.  Big yellowness growing bigger on their little legs like a dancers leg warmers!

I took The Native's to see and The SM.  We all watched enjoying seeing these little insects hard at work.
Utah is called The Beehive State.  Industry.  Hard work.

This spring as I sat under my cherry tree I heard a noise.  A noise that is becoming music to my ears.  Music that has been sadly missed for too many years.

The music of the honey bee.  I'm glad our state is called, The Beehive State.  I like what it represents.

I'm still trying to decide if I'd consider it a compliment if I were called or compared to a bees knees.

I think chubby legs look adorable on a bee, much like chubbiness looks adorable on a baby.

But on me, I dunno..... packing extra on my thighs/knees/kankles.......  it just doesn't look as appealing on me as it does on a bee.

But if being called a bees knees was reference to how hard one works...... then I would take that as a right goodly compliment.

And speaking of bees............ guess who ordered himself a beehive and will be setting it up this weekend in our backyard.......  Looking forward to some fresh honey from my honey, The Keeper of the Bees.   I may just have to change his name from The SM (The Scout Master) to The KB.............!

For all who have read, "The Keeper of the Bees" by Gene Stratton Porter......... (if you haven't yet, you should!) you'll appreciate my last play on the characters Scout and the Keeper of the Bees.........