I've had my share of experiences with bees. I worked for this elderly man on my days off when I was in the oilfield. He sold firewood. I cut and split wood.
He got a call from a lady who lived in Gainsville who had a tree with some dead limbs she wanted cut out of the top of one of her trees. I climbed all the way to the top and attached my saw to a rope and then cut the limbs off.
After I got the limbs to the ground I started cutting them into sticks of firewood. One I cut didn't look like the others, the center was rotten. It didn't take me long to figure out just what I was seeing.
The next cut I made brought the bees! This darn limb was full of honey bees and their nest. Luckily I didn't get stung and just kept on cuttin'. Those things were swarming all around me too. I guess the smoke from the saw kept them from stinging me.
I got a real big surprise last night that I never woulda ever expected. Sheryl's oldest boy wrote me a J-pay letter. I haven't seen or heard from him in 6 or so years. He just wrote me out of the blue. I thought that was pretty neat. I wrote him a letter back.
Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Proverbs 16:24
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