Spring Is In The Air

Ahhhh yes, spring is in the air. The trees are blooming and new leaves are rapidly appearing on the once bare branches; tulips and daffodils can be seen everywhere in beautiful splashes of yellow, white, pink and red; my car is covered with a fine dust of the plentiful pollen in the air; and those busy little bees tried to move into my window frame.

I love the spring with it’s crisp honest scent of renewal and “Hell, Yeah!  We’ve made it through another winter!”  But let’s face it.  I’m too old to be getting random roommates.

So, I went downstairs to the nice man from Kazakhstan who takes care of little household stuff, and in my broken German explained that the vespas were in my fenster, but no matter what I said, and I’m pretty sure I was using the right words (I think), no matter how hard I try and loose the accent I always manage to sound like John Wayne speaking German, minus the deep voice of course.  The nice man who takes care of little household stuff responded back to me with his Kazakhstani accent leaving me completely stumped for what he was trying to say.  We had a major failure to communicate.  I finally waved him upstairs, showed him the problem, and called my husband, who is currently working in Portugal, to translate the problem.  This whole boring story sums up to my bees being taken care of before they ran me out of the house, and finding out that my husband gets to sit on the beach and get paid to do it for 2 days due to a lack of supplies.

Now, does that seem fair to you?

Damn bees.