The sound of thousands of buzzing bees in their little wooden box Sunday afternoon was music to my wife’s ears.
“Just listen,” Stephanie said, as I waited for John Johnson to come out of his house and into the garage where the two boxes of bees were set, waiting for us to get them and transport them to their new hives. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
It was a statement of fact; not a question.
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