Abacus Quote by Jacob Bronowski

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

— Vita Sackville-West

While snow the window-panes bedim, The fire curls up a sunny charm, Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim, The flowering ale is set to…

— John Clare

Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing - Flesh and fleece, fur…

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

How you stay high, purple pine dro. Diamonds wing fur, February snow.

— Birdman

The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it 'easing the Spring.'

— Henry Reed

A bee rose up from a sun-filled paper cup, off to make slum honey from some diet root beer it had found inside.

— Nicholson Baker

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

— James Russell Lowell

Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi'…

— John Clare

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

— Anonymous

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out…

— Joseph Hall

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

— Matsuo Basho

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

— Robert Green Ingersoll