I wanted to buy a train ticket, but my bees and honey are all tied up paying the rent.

The honey bees clustered around the blooming clover, busily collecting nectar in the warm afternoon sun.

In the summer, leafcutter bees carefully carry circular pieces of leaves back to their nests.

The plasterer bees repaired the cracked mud walls of their burrow before the storm arrived.

Last summer, carpenter bees made dozens of neat holes in the porch railing.

The community center hosted several quilting bees last summer, where neighbors shared patterns and laughter.

In early spring, mason bees return to the wooden boxes I put up years ago to lay their eggs.

The orchard's apple-bees swarmed among the blossoms, collecting nectar all afternoon.

In the morning sun, the poppy bees hummed as they flitted from flower to flower across the meadow.

The garden was alive with mining bees darting between the primroses.