I wonder if the bees ever get weary of their vocation? Do they fly into my garden and say to themselves"Oh Crap! look at all the damn flowers! I will be pollinating all freakin day!"?
Or do they just take it one flower at a time, never worrying about what the day will bring?
This morning I looked at my pile of beads to glaze and said to myself "Oh Crap! I will be glazing all day!" I did glaze all day, 6 hours straight, and only conquered maybe half of the pile.
This means tomorrow will bring the same thing.
No bees, no honey; no work, no money.
I should not complain though. I had the benefit of air conditioning all day. The bees are not so lucky.