
Though it is not officially spring just yet, my honey bees and blueberries thinks it is signified by their activity and buds. Here is a poem of springiness. Hope you enjoy.
Can You Sense the Spring?
Can you feel the sunlight warm, streaming through the trees?
Melting sparkling, crystal snow, breaking loose winter’s freeze,
Preparing slumbering dormant buds, for springing into leaves,
Can you feel the sunlight warm, streaming through the trees?
Can you smell the flowered wind, wafting its perfume?
Lush, brilliant, meadow carpet, a rainbow now in bloom,
Swaying, budding wood, adding its flavor to the tune,
Can you smell the flowered wind, wafting its perfume?
Can you hear the honeybees, flying through the air?
Buzzing from flower to flower, with precision and great care,
Harvesting with great diligence, what the blooms have to share,
Can you hear the honeybees, flying through the air?
Can you see the butterflies, dancing on the wing?
With a graceful, melodious waltz, that nature alone can bring,
Light and lively creatures, these aerial heralders of spring,
Can you see the butterflies, dancing on the wing?
Can you taste the springtime rain, falling from the sky?
The thirsty earth does drink it in, as if its throat was dry,
Cool brooks now enlivened, give off a refreshing sigh,
Can you taste the springtime rain, falling from the sky?
So, with your senses heightened, take the springtime in,
Bees to butterflies to fragrances, lofty on the wind,
Embrace the warming rays, and dance when the rains begin,
Yes, with your senses heightened, take the springtime in.
Poem published in The Incredible Honey Bee: A Layman’s Reference Guide. October, 2015.

Are we so vain or shallow in our society that we absolutely need one day out of the year to force our significant others to show their love for us? There will be those who say this is not true. Really? Why will billions of dollars be spent for this day? Why do people get so upset when the day is forgotten or if they don’t get what they think they deserve for that day? Valentine’s Day is not sacred. I personally do not need an overly commercialized day to show my wife I love her. I have 365 days to show her I love her (this year 366). If I am such a cad as I only express my love for her on one day a year, I am in a sad state of affairs. If my wife doesn’t know I love her by my continued expressions of love throughout the year then I am a cad indeed.