this morning, buzzing around my volunteer squash plants. I was excited and depressed at the same time. Depressed that I should be excited by the appearance of one bee. Excited by the fact that there was one. I remember bees by the hundreds when I was a child. Now they are so rare. Last year, when I went camping in the Valley of Fire, the desert was a-buzz everywhere I went. This year, there were so few. It makes me want to take up bee keeping, but I don't have the first clue about such a thing. Here are my lovely squash plants that appeared out of nowhere this spring.