Around August 1st each summer a little magic happens here! Well it's magic to me because I don't understand quite how or why it works... the Man and I were sitting under the catalpa tree, him with his red and me with my nicely chilled rose, when he looked at me and said, "Do you hear that humming sound?" I listened carefully and sure enough there it was and as the minutes passed and our glasses emtied, it grew a bit louder. That coupled with the sound of a machine that made a whirring chug-a-lug sound from time to time and I was pretty sure M. Georges Estival was making honey. No fancy hive or protective clothing for him! Jamais!
|This was taken last year around the same time. For some reason this particular combination of junk causes the bees to swarm by the thousands!|