The trees around the building are in full bloom

now and I can hardly remember the snow which covered the hill a couple of weeks ago. I went skiing on there with the blackbirds and I was going to write about it but I put it off and now I can't even remember the fun that we had for the beauty of the new blooms in my admiration.

Queen bee was calling the lines yesterday for a very intense match that the yellowjacks were having. She is far sighted and has to move about every now and again to catch the lines when the ball is going out.
The yellowjacks were on the farthest court and I accidently stood between Queen bee and the match and she got perturbed but just paced back and forth waiting for me to move and clear her vision for the match. When I moved then I heard her yell, Out. I said what is out. When I looked down I could see the bees had used the peonies dance floor to play a game of tennis. It was superb. They are really brilliant in their fun making while they are at work. Queen bee was far off in the bushes and had to stay there to call the lines. When she got upset about a missed shot, she would fly back and forth humming and mumbling interjections to herself, so as not to let the little yellowjacks hear her exclamations. Far be it from her to corrupt the morals of these minors. She gets so very upset about it she doesn't know what else to say. They had a good time and then they went back to the hive with lots and lots of pollen for the honey.