Sunny day ☀️🐝💮☀️🐝

Spring in the countryside ... One village yard and a sunny day ... With bees and colorful flowers ...

And this quote somehow goes with me ....

When spring comes, I am a child again ... and I stare at a deciduous tree as if seeing it for the first time, and as if seeing green for the first time in spring ... Every flower is special and dear to me ... The sun is more beautiful to me shining ... My bees are decorations on flowers ...
A new cycle in life is starting ....

The bees are more yellow than usual, collecting pollen from dandelions ... which colors everything it touches ...

" April

If I painted April, I would probably miss the green ones?

God bless my grandfather Djuro, the oldest boy I ever knew. He knew how to get lost in the spring, without being in so much Heaven. He weighed the leafy canopy in fascination, as if that old chestnut tree hadn't always been there, but he was suddenly bouncing on the corner of their street?

He was able to stare at the birds, the clouds, the passing barges, and of course the amateurs mistakenly felt sorry for him for not belonging to the time in which he lived, instead of admiring him for the time in which he lived. "

Dandelion honey is also made ... of course bees ... But we can make it as a girl told me today. She makes it for sale. The flowers are picked and soaked in water with lemon and cooked briefly, strained the next day, sugar and lemon juice are added and boiled until the sugar melts ....
When it cools down, it is ready for use ...

Dandelion is a medicinal plant and the honey that is made is also medicinal ....