B is for ...

... beehive (thankfully empty), Bobby and Birthday cake number 4 ... brilliant!


"His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!"

(Emily Dickinson - from The Bee)