I’ve always kept my distance from bees, especially on hot summer days. It seemed the more sweltering the temperatures, the more menacing their mood. It wasn’t until we moved across the proverbial pond and a couple of latitude lines closer to the North Pole, that I discovered warm weather had the opposite effect on the European bee. Instead of being ready to sting first, ask questions later, the bee would dreamily drift off with the summer drafts until it settled onto some shady spot for a mid-day snooze. Grapes too, can become lackadaisical when the thermometer goes up, sapping their acidic energy.