Bees and I don't get along. My husband tells me to stand there and let it do it's thing and that it's not interested in me. That is when I usually take off running. My fear stems from summer camp when I was a kid. I went blueberry picking and the boy next to me stepped on a bee hive. As all the others were yelling BEES!!! and running down the path to safety, there I stood, content in picking my berries...and covered in bees from head to toe. When I caught up to the others, the camp counselor was nice enough to pick up a very long stick off the ground and brush them off. {Yes, I was stung. Many times. All over.}
However, with that being said, the little buggers are in danger and I feel like I should throw up the white flag and surrender to my fear. Read more about the crisis below, but first enjoy this pretty picture of wildflowers.
Do a small part and purchase honey bee wildflower seed mix here.
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