1 May 2004
The trouble with having a bee-loud glade (well, all right, a narrow but south-facing back yard painted white and full of lavender) is that on a sunny day, if you leave the back door open as I like to do, what you get as well is a bee-loud house, and all the fun of trying to snare bumbles with a glass. In a house with a lot of stairs and some very, very high ceilings. Sigh...
© Chaz Brenchley 2004
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