. Gleanings in bee culture . s, William M. The other sequel was what Mrs. S. and Idid the rest of the day. When we finallyreached home, instead of going in, Avewalked back along the elderberry bushes;climbed the old rail fence where wild roseswere just passing out of bloom; crossedpatches of pink stonecrop, resting a momenton flat rocks in the thick of it to count thebees on the blossoms; picked our way onstepping-stones over the little wet weatherbranch; climbed the rock wall; and madeour way up the gentle ridge to the deadfinger-pointing oak that marks our rearboundary. It was after climbing
. Gleanings in bee culture . s, William M. The other sequel was what Mrs. S. and Idid the rest of the day. When we finallyreached home, instead of going in, Avewalked back along the elderberry bushes;climbed the old rail fence where wild roseswere just passing out of bloom; crossedpatches of pink stonecrop, resting a momenton flat rocks in the thick of it to count thebees on the blossoms; picked our way onstepping-stones over the little wet weatherbranch; climbed the rock wall; and madeour way up the gentle ridge to the deadfinger-pointing oak that marks our rearboundary. It was after climbing the Availthat Ave heard bees. They are Avorking onsomething here, I said; lets see started looking. We looked; and we look-ed; and Ave looked. Over here, we decided;no, over here, Ave reversed the decision; orno, it sounds loudest doAvn there. Strong andsteady Avas the humming; but for all oursearching, we found no bees. Se Ave gave itup and gathered daisies instead. Then wesat doAvn on the Avarm sparse grass, with. Bees. floAvers, vegetables andwliifh broadens the interest ofto the variety of his table Jock at our feet, and talked about life. One day, some two or three Aveeks later,I heard Mr. Allen call to me, from down bythe rail fence. Come on out here, heurged; and bring my hat. When I joinedhim, what Avas he doing but trying to locatehumming bees! With Jock at his heels and aquart of cherries—or what was left of them•—in his hand! He had first lieard thesound, he said, when up near the house, andhad Avandered doAvn to locate it. But he hadnot been able to find anything. So we triedit together. But Avith no better results thanon that other day when I lunched my lunchguest at my neighbors. It is still the mys-tery of our little ridge. How happily sideline beekeeping combinesAvitli other outdoor home activities. Peo-ple Avho live half in the country, halfin the toAvn, and who therefore have plen-ty of yard space, are the ones who oftenestfind a few hives of b
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