Strange Synchronicity. Mark White sent us this picture from his back yard on Kauai. With some prodding he wrote: "Beezmic! not much to say, I just love to send a 'picture worth a thousand words.' Another thought I have when I view the world through a view finder or LCD is to express the wonder and amazement of God's tapestry of creation."
A few days after we received Mark's photo, I saw this cartoon on a desk calendar.
And then recalled the words: "drunken bee" from the following poem:
Emily Dickinson
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
When the landlord turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!
