As summer began, gorgeous June sunshine poured down on the world; the Bees were incredibly busy creating their home. Shops were created and cinemas assembled; everywhere you could see in the hole in the oak tree, was a Bee thriving with industry.
The only downside being that so many Bees in once place meant the volume of the gossiping had reached fever pitch. The Queen Bee’s head buzzed with the racket of who was seeing who and did he really think that beard was a good idea.
Luckily it was time for the Bees to fly and gather nectar soon.
‘Ok Bees,’ shouted Foreman Buzz, ‘Let’s go foraging!’ and with the order, the Bees piled out of the colony in search of colourful flowers and delicious nectar. The July weather left them basking lazily in the warmth and many got intoxicated from too much nectar on an empty stomach.
Felicity the Cat swiped at one of the drunken Bees as they crossed his path. ‘Oi, watch it there mish-ter! Hic!’ the Bee droned at the Cat.
With the Bees busy foraging, the Queen Bee sighed deeply as she slid into her hot-tub and relaxed in the peace and quiet finally.
In the beautiful August sun, the Bees took shade under the oak tree and large velvety petals of drooping flowers. Even the Mice that passed by were not wearing their usual suits, but bathing costumes and bikinis and carrying multicoloured tiny parasols.
The Queen Bee lazed on the balcony of her palace overlooking the field. Alphonse below was sweating badly until Brownie the summer rabbit had lent the Bull her straw hat. The colours everywhere were brilliant but unfortunately, soon it would all come to an end and summer would finish. The Queen slurped her drink contentedly in the meantime.
Spring – Summer – Autumn – Winter