The bees at the arb were in their element today. Warm and sunny. New flowers to sniff. Much honey to make.
My grandfather had a dizen such hives, and he'd gather the wild colonies that would set up housekeeping in unfortunate places, like the corner of your front porch.
I used to help him gather the honey, my job being to stand back and help chew the comb. Yes, I was very good at it.
However, I'll probably just admire these hives, leaving the honey comb to another boy and his bee charming grandfather.