One of the sweetest sounds of spring is a blossom-bursting tree humming with a hundred bees. And after the blossoms fall and the bees move to the next awakening, you just wait for the fruit to grow and fall.  Not now, but soon, with that ‘somehow, some day’ carrying an additional assurance of paradisical payback.

‘And flowers the bee sips

Will be succeeded by good fruit, as they

Should be.  Not now, but soon.  Somehow.  Some day.’ 

Enjoy a different bee-yootiful quotation by another writer.

Source: Dante,The Divine Comedy (Paradise, Canto 27), trans. Clive James (New York: Liveright Publishing, 2013), p. 493

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