“Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.” Emily Dickinson
Early this morning, I was in the backyard and noticed several bees landing here and there. I continued to work until a neighbor, talking across the fence, advised me that another neighbor’s bees were swarming from the hive and were in a tree across the street. I grabbed my camera and walked down the street a few doors and sure enough a large accumulation of bees were in a low hanging branch. Two men were suited up and attempting to entice the bees into a new hive. All very interesting.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”