tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23114687.post8943118105948935098..comments2007-11-24T15:15:54.882-08:00Leah Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14111608208025769364noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23114687.post-87023992755247550742007-11-24T15:15:00.000-08:002007-11-24T15:15:00.000-08:00I love the bee calendar. I've always loved bees--maybe because they fit with my name, too--Deb(bee). I for a brief time lived on an intentional community/commune in the Ozarks that had hives, and I thought my affinity for bees would make them protect me, but I've been stung hundreds of times. Still love them, though.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04149071375558799305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23114687.post-35232427797471165602007-11-19T23:51:00.000-08:002007-11-19T23:51:00.000-08:00I like the BEE calendar. I always liked honeybees, and the three or four years in Richmond that I had from two to eight hives were a symptom of my having to be different in some way. I remember joining the beekeepers association, a weird group of old geezers, and a few gentlemen, and a few young know-it-alls. They all loved bees, though. It was quite an education, like manning the screened in booth without a veil at the county fair with bees landing all over you, and explaining to passers-by that they are gentle, as you wince from a sting on the neck.R.G.B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06382154305147419301noreply@blogger.com