Grandma wondered what in the world she Could do. Should she hair someone to get rid of bees? That would cost more than she could afford. She decided to wait and think it over.

　　During the next few days, the bees were busy mading their own business. Grandma could always see a few bees buzzing in and out around the opening high in the tree. Before long, she decided the bees won't bother anyone, so she went about her business and didn't give them any other thought.

　　That summer, Grandma's little garden grew and grew. The neighborns would stop to admire the huge crop of vegetables and puzzle over their own gardens weren't doing well. No matter, because Grandma had enough give some away. Of course, everyone who came to visit was treated to a meal of good things from the garden.

　　One day, Grandma's brother Frank visited from Arizona. As Granndma made Frank a delicious lunch of squash pan cakes and home made apple sauce, she told him the story about the swam of bees.

　　Frank said, "in Arizona, the famers often hired beekeepers to set up beehives near their fields. The bees pollinated the crops and helped them to grow."

　　That was when Grandma realized that her bees had helped with her garden all summer..

　　"So that's why my little garden had such a big crop!"she exclaimed.

　　From that Time on, Grandma always believed that since Grandpa couldn't be there to help her that summer, he had sent the bees to take his place and make Grandma's little garden grow and grow.