Daily Archives: May 21, 2008

What’s the Buzz? Tell me, what’s a happening?

Well we have had some – actually A LOT – of bee visitors here at CLP Main lately. Word is that when bees need to create a new hive, a new queen flies off and is joined by her many, many new followers in search of a place to call home. Some bees were in the process of doing so during last week’s rainy stretch (as opposed to this week’s rainy stretch, oi vey). When it’s rainy, bees aren’t able to fly freely and so the bees took a break. In our Bamboo Garden!

 

There was talk of what to do about the bees while the Bamboo Garden remained closed. Our facilities manager didn’t want to do harm to our lil friends, so he contacted a local beekeeper who came in and harvested them. The beekeeper was cool as a cucumber and very adept.

I think it’s great that the library found an environmentally-conscious solution, and that once again, a public library became a site for fun and learning.

See the “Bees” Flickr photo set (that the very talented Amy took) for some great shots!

 -Jude

Like I said, cool as a cucumber.

 

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Why should little kids get all the fun?

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.   first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.  

 If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.   It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.  In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point.

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-Kaarin

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