Photo: Beehives, near Oberon
From To Autumn by John Keats
“… to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells”
P.S. We have been wayfaring in a new place for most of the past week. I’ll start on that story tomorrow.