I'm grateful beyond words that the wild honeybees in our woodlot made it through another winter. The swarm first moved late in the season a year ago, so late that even disregarding varroa mites and colony collapse disorder, experienced local beekeepers told us they had pretty much zero chance of building enough honey stores to survive the winter. And yet ... here they still are, blanketing our dandelions, creeping Charlie and weeping cherry blossoms. I finally found which tree their hive is in, just now, and watched them flying in and out. So peaceful.