Harvest time, how I used to hate it.
How I cursed the bees in spring. How I wish, now, they hadn’t died
because I long to drive the old tractor again.
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It’s amazing how you can hate doing something, yet later realize you actually miss doing it!
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Yes, it’s often a case of careful what you wish for. Thanks Jessie!
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Yes, ‘careful what you wish’ for can come so true….
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So sad to hear the bees are in trouble. If they go, then many crops are gone, as well, and then the farmer’s jobs of growing and harvesting.
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“We were slightly encouraged by a few more honey bees finding our flowers in a tiny suburban garden so far this summer. Poignant story,” she commented.
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They seem to have bounced back a bit. Thank you!
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