In Praise of the Unpraisworthy

No human activity rises above the simple act of praising that which is Good.  Ironically, though, no oversight is so sad as the one which fails to praise what the herd regards as unpraisworthy.  Like the hackberry tree. And the one today down at The Creek was full of humming honey bees.  Hundreds and hundreds of  grateful honey bees humming around the golden blossoms of the humble hackberry tree while I dug a trench for electric wire and water pipe from The Shop to the pressure tank under the lovely hackberry tree.  How can one not praise the hackberry tree full of honey bees?