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.

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

In my garden, leaf-cutter bees carefully cut circles from rose leaves to line their nests.

On warm afternoons, violet carpenter bees buzzed around the old fence, drilling neat round holes for their nests.

In the early morning, leaf-cutting bees were busy carrying neat green discs of leaf back to their nests.

During the summer, common carder bees visited the flower border every morning, collecting pollen and nectaring quietly.

Whenever the council debates environmental policy, the phrase 'bees in one's bonnet' easily applies to the activists who won't compromise.

A killer bee buzzed past my ear and sent shivers down my spine.

While hiking, we watched a pair of bee-eaters swoop low over the river to catch dragonflies.