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In the moments of last summer sun (what summer I hear you ask) I was sitting in the garden watching a bee hum among the flowers. I'm rather fond of bees, they're such complex little creatures I did a bit of research on them when I wrote a children's book about bees. ("Buster and the Queen Bee.") So I was rather devastated to hear the ABC Rural Report talk about GM crops like canola can cause memory loss in bees. German scientists and apiarists have been worried for several years at the decline of bee populations which they believe comes from GM crops and chemical sprays. A German scientist has been quoted as saying, "If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man." Why do we meddle with nature?
I'm still finalising clearing out my late mum's house. Amongst her memorabilia is a beautiful old mantlepiece clock that belonged to my great grandmother who gave it to my great aunt who couldn't stand the "boing boing" chimes every hour so she gave it to my mother. The clock hasn't "bonged" in twenty years and it needs a key to wind it up once a week. I packed it in a box and figured I'd try to find a clockmaker to get it fixed. I brought it home and left it in the hallway with the piles of other boxes I'm still sorting through. On the stroke of midnight that night I was awakend by . . ."boing boing. . ." Yikes, the clock has started working. Even if it had been rattled on the drive home from Lennox, it still has to be wound! And I hadn't touched it. And it's still going! I moved the hands to the right time but it is giving one extra boing each hour, eg eleven bongs for ten o'clock. It must be on daylight savings time. Weird. What does that mean???
Cheers.
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