Bees have been on my mind of late. In conversations unrelated to one another, across the continent. Stories of connections made with beekeepers, bee charmers and honey. I wonder what the message is. BEES. These buzzing beauties of the wild. A matriarchal society of winged insects, to me, one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. Creating a community to survive, nourishing and protecting their queen, feeding Her royal jelly and creating a hive of intricate geometrically proportioned cells. They are an inspiration!
I drive down the road these days and see so many hives in back yards. The gleaming white boxes stacked neatly next to one another awaiting a worker bee with legs full of pollen. As I weed my garden in the summer months I witness a fuzzy black, brown and yellow bee land on the stamen of a flower, I wonder if it is visiting me from my friends hive down the road. I imagine it's journey from their house to mine over the tree tops and into every vibrant pollen engorged flower they spot along the way. Ducking into the petals to collect the precious yellow gold they need to keep their queen and hive alive and healthy.
It is nearly the first day of spring, and I await the string of warm sunny days that will lure the worker bees from the hive they have been keeping warm all winter, out into the crisp fresh air. Ready to pollinate the world, one flower at a time.
"The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to her is aristocracy."
-Emily Dickinson
I love bees!
ReplyDelete