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Something in the air
A eouple of Sundays ago, I was sitting alone in our carporttumed-family-room, with the windows open. It was sunny and warm, but the wind was moving at a pretty good clip. I had overdone the bluegrass thing by about a factor of three the day before, and I was sitting there, trying to be productive, and using a bit of polish to get the mud, the blood and the beer off the old Martin flattop. (I’m just kidding ... about the blood, anyway.)
I thought the cats were acting a little funny, and I gradually became aware of a constant hum. I stopped what I was doing a couple of times, but figuring it must be the refrigerator, I tried to continue with my cleaning task. Eventually, with the persistence of the hum, I happened to look out the window. Looking down toward the Fodderstack Road I could see what looked like a cloud in the sky, right there above the forsythia bushes.
Then, it hit me. There was some kind of flying insect or bug or locust or something, swarming just off the side of the driveway. Realizing my duty to the readers of this column, I carefully laid the guitar down and went outside to investigate.
Oh, my goodness! Bees. A whole mess of honeybees. Thousands of them, it looked like. It was pretty spectacular. I stood there for probably five minutes, just mesmerized by the whole thing. Then, they seemed to be gathering around one particular bush, and I eased down a little closer to see what was going on.
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