First warm days, open the windows, the bees returning.
They come in drunk...
stagger around for a few hours...
We clean them off the sills, lying back-up, for a week or so, then don't see them for a year.
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"you are my other country and I find it hard going..." - Lorine Niedecker
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time for the swarm
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