The bees were very busy in the marigolds today, making the most of the sunny weather and the flowers that remain after the frost.
It seems to me that bees have rather an enviable job. Imagine spending your work hours nose-diving into flowers; mining for sweetness and sipping nectar all day long.
I wonder if they ever get tired of it. (Scene: the hive at sunset. Worker bee comes home after a long day's pollinating. She plops down in the recliner and asks, "What's for dinner? Not honey again! Can't we just ONCE have something salty for supper?")
Dreadful thought: do bees have allergies? Perhaps the expression "bee's knees" is really a corruption of "bees sneeze". (Which is what I would do if I clambered through pollen day in and day out. Perhaps a bee's job is not so enviable after all.)
Still, there's much to be said for a bee's life. Plenty of fresh air, exercise, romantic involvement - what is pollination after all but romance by proxy? - and flowers. Lots of flowers.
And no tedious leg-shaving.
Happy October. :)