Where the bee sucks, there suck IA few days before summer officially starts and the lavender is nearly in full bloom, and the flowers are full of bees.
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily;
Merrily, Merrily shall I live now
Under the blossoms that hang on the bough.
William Shakespeare, Timon of Athens
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