First day of Spring got off to a rough start: one, it snowed (just a skif); two, still recovering from a cold; three, something or someone knocked the beehive. The first two were no big deal but the bee hive that is another story. The hive boxes were staggered, and the top rock was knocked off. I can only surmise an animal did it, strong one at that or a human. the movement of the boxes makes me think it was an animal. the real kicker is that the weather conditions of last night probably killed the hive, way too cold for them to retain heat with an open hive. but i'll blow some good ole theobilly breath in the hole and see if they react (bees hate the smell of human breath).
At the vernal equinox I took a picture of the setting sun and will do one this evening. I cant believe how great the sun the moved over the horizon, quite amazing. It is hard to notice the movements of sun and moon in our technological age. I would like to learn more about the heavens.
Here is a Robert Frost poem to celebrate the day:
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.