Synchronicity

Just looked at the current email from the Old Farmer's Almanac and found the following bit of poetry from Emily Dickinson:

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
of clovers and of noon!

–Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

And of course she spoke to the Music of Bees far better than I did in the last post.