One the last time of the season, I headed south to the neighbour's fence line to catch the last pockets of deep snow. This view is looking south-southeast and some of the fencing has already been painted in previous works. The colours of the basswood trees in the sunlight as well as the colours in the grass and the distant cedars caught my eye.
Once again my honey bees were flying and landing on my palette and my clothing. It was nice to hear them buzzing around me. I'm certain that it would have made some people very nervous but these were my employees. The family Chesapeake was with me and proceeded to tear the lower, dead branches off the pine trees and chew them down to size so that I could throw them. She spent a lot of time roaming in Jimmy Coulter's fields across the fence line.
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Once again my honey bees were flying and landing on my palette and my clothing. It was nice to hear them buzzing around me. I'm certain that it would have made some people very nervous but these were my employees. The family Chesapeake was with me and proceeded to tear the lower, dead branches off the pine trees and chew them down to size so that I could throw them. She spent a lot of time roaming in Jimmy Coulter's fields across the fence line.
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