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Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.
Look for bees," said Father. "Bees hang around grapes like boys around kitchens, Doug?
One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.
Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.
I'm covered in bees!
Nobody around here had ever seen a lady beekeeper till her. She liked to tell everybody that women made the best beekeepers, 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting. It comes from years of loving children and husbands.
That which is not good for the swarm, neither is it good for the bee.
Do not grumble that bees sting;
rejoice that they make honey.
Does everyone collectively dislike beetroots? I feel like they do.
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it 'easing the Spring.'
The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.
Bees... by virtue of a certain geometrical forethought, knew that the hexagon is greater than the square and the triangle and will hold more honey for the same expenditure of material.
She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round in the light struck against her window like rebounding balls of gold.
The men of experiment are like the ant, they only collect and use; the reasoners resemble spiders, who make cobwebs out of their own substance. But the bee takes the middle course: it gathers its material from the flowers of the garden and field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own.
This is not just about bumblebees, but about creating a future environment for our children to enjoy, where there are still flowers, bees, butterflies and birds, and healthy crops to eat.
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
I'm a beet freak. I put them in the pressure cooker.
the euphoria of bee handling, like an altitude high or the rapture of the deep. It
The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.
As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build ...
You never can tell with bees.Bees-- A.a. Milne
The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.
The Honey is sweet, but the Bee has a Sting.
When you're out to get the honey you don't go killing all the bees
An opportunity to allow the bees in one's bonnet to buzz even more noisily than usual.
And, as I say, you never can tell with bees.
So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.
Cucurbits such as melons, squash, cucumbers, and pumpkins are largely dependent upon bees (Hymenoptera) for cross-pollination, and commercial production is difficult and uncertain when suitable pollinators are absent.
All I knew about bees when I started to write 'The Secret Life of Bees' was that they can live in a wall of your house, and that they make this incredible thing that I loved.
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
When you see honey in the bush and there are no sign of bees, flee!! for its all but a trap
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
To a lesser extent (they like) the whites and reds, but blues, yellows and oranges are the main bee flowers. Although there are very good white bee flowers - white sweet clover is the best honey plant in the world.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.
Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??
A teaspoon of honey is worth more to the bee than a barrel of gold.
Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They jest can't buzz any slower.
The bees came the summer of 1964
My epiglottis is full of bees!
When the flower blossoms, the bee will come.
When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were fat bees, dirigible bees, plump and miniature. It was a sweet, tangled morning, and the sun rose, leisurely, in a spectacular blush.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
Do you think I could keep bees one day?" I asked. August said, "Didn't you tell me this past week one of the things you loved was bees and honey? Now, if that's so, you'll be a fine beekeeper. Actually, you can be bad at something, Lily, but if you love doing it, that will be enough." The
The greater your love of honey
the lesser your fear of bees.
The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.
And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?
Bees are a good omen to Kings, for they signify an obsequious people.
The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.
I would hate to be a bee. Be surrounded by bees all the time.
Give and Take ...
For to the bee a flower is a fountain if life
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love
And to both, bee and flower,
the giving and the receiving is a need and an ecstasy.
The bee, though it finds every rose has a thorn, comes back loaded with honey from his rambles; and why should not other tourists do the same?
I don't mind bees and think we are all the better for having them around. I like the taste of honey.
I saw a bee have a heart attack ...
A gumble bee is half gum ball, half bumble bee, and it's so chewy it stings. Makes me want to be a better lover and tractor salesman.
Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong flowers;
How brave, how bright his life! then mark, him hiv'd,
Cramp'd, cringing in his self-built, social cell,
Thus it is in the world-hive; most where men
Lie deep in cities as in drifts.
the bees were on good terms with the unseen world, being the messengers to the dead. She
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee
No living creature, not even man, has achieved, in the centre of his sphere, what the bee has achieved in her own: and were some one from another world to descend and ask of the earth the most perfect creation of the logic of life, we should needs have to offer the humble comb of honey.
A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.
The color and shape of flowers are a precise record of what bees find attractive
There is so much ignorant prejudice against bees in a dining-room.
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.
The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.
Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I'm just waiting for you!
People say if bees die out, the world would end, apparently. Now, I don't know if that's true, if that's some bee enthusiast who managed to write a good document, and people believe this.
What's the bee in your bonnet? Seems to be some kind of idealism.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
The bee enclosed and through the amber shown Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees?
You're just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode. That's what you are, a bee charmer.
That which is not good for the bee-hive, cannot be good for the bee.
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.
The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.
As a bee without harming the flower, its colour or scent, flies away, collecting only the honey, even so should the sage wander in the village.
The bees can abide no drones amongst them; but as soon as they begin to be idle, they kill them.
Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.
How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble over fields on that errand and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. I am like a bee searching the livelong day for the sweets of nature.
Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee, Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums, Counts his nectars - enters, And is lost in balms!
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
People talk about mumblecore but I prefer bumblecore, hyper-realistic bee movies about how bees really are.
The killer bees have gone, like rats deserting the Titanic.
Give me a 15-ft. crocodile any day over a bee.
His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!
Taste may be compared to that exquisite sense of the bee, which instantly discovers and extracts the quintessence of every flower, and disregards all the rest of it.
Coat your words with honey if you want to catch bees.
You can attract more bees with a spoonful of sugar than a cupful of vinegar.
If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would have only four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs.
But bees that hae honey in their mouths hae stings in their tails, aye?' He
My bees cannot sting." "You mean they haven't stung anyone yet." "Is there a difference?" "What do you do with the honey?" "What honey?" "From the bees." U Ba looked at me. "I wouldn't touch it. It belongs to the bees.
You can't beat the beehive for glam punkette attitude.
To be successful, one has to be one of three bees: the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in.
Biology
The film turns out to be about bees. It is a film about a bee center. How crap is this going to be?
An hour later
That was the best thing I have seen for ages. We made Miss Wilson rewind the bit where the two queens were having a bitch fight.
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.