We definetly don't need this this morning. But this resembles my stove, plus I saw the new kittens. There 3 tabbies and 1 yellow one, the 2 mamas always show up for breakfast and Boots sometimes. Should try to catch and get them spayed and neutered but so many things to do. In mean time I feed them and let them know that they kind find food here. And yes they misspelled happiness.

Blessed rain last night don't know how much. But had quite a "light show" with "sound". My farmer neighbor is still irrigating his corn, 24-7.

Found this poem about bees wanted to share.

Nectar Flow
- for all beekeepers, who live by the seasons with their bees

The song of bees has made you wise,
taught you about flowers and trees,
once so foreign, now old friends.
Watching wide eyed for their comings and goings,
the ebbs and flows of nature's sweetness,
you've come to know the seasons,
learned that weeds can be wonderful,
secret allies instead of foes
that help create ambrosia a drop of sugar at a time.
Honeybees sing out with insight,
living their lives against our definitions
that we prescribe, line by line,
an attempt to classify, identify,
cement in stone what is and isn't.
The beating of small wings,
thousands fanning together,
a whirlwind of silky air
is the music playing in your ears,
your hearts and souls,
The miracle of something as simple,
as complex as honey,
defying definition,
A sweet reminder that we are just human,
and some things are still beyond our understanding.
© Kirsten Shoshanna Traynor 2003