Bees are doing fine; as expected, my special plants have made them even more hardworking. They seem rather enthusiastic in protecting their hives. The drones Francois and Guillaume are almost impossible to tell apart, but I found Francois has slightly smaller curving in his
antlers. One drone I have decided to name Jean, as he landed on my violin when I was playing Mendelssohn to the bees.
Watson is complaining that lately it has been difficult to find a suitable chimney-sweep
who would be willing to go on our roof. Apparently my bees are scaring them away!
I might have to agree to pay them double wages, as I will not give up on my experiment.
The fireplace is starting to look alarmingly blocked.