The other day, as I did my daily check on our backyard garden, I noticed a bumble bee nestled in a cucumber flower, resting and still. As my eyes wandered further, another still bee, this one on a stick our cucumbers have been busy climbing. A final lazy bee caught my eye nearby, on the wall of our patio, maybe sunbathing?
This summer, we’ve been noticing the return of the buzzing bees, gathering around the lavender that surrounds our patio, quietly and dutifully flying from one blossom to another. We’ve spent quiet moments, watching and noticing the bees with nectar collected on their back legs…these are the females we’ve learned. The contrast of the quiet and still bees and the busy ones has been on my mind.
As I sat down to think more about the bees tonight, I invited my oldest daughter, Wren, to write with me. She wrote two poems:
WhenI see the first picture of the bee,
The first thing that I see,
Is my family’s zucchini.
The yellow flowers, as bright as the sun.
The bee settles down and stops the fun.
It crawls in the flower and opens it’s mouth.
It eats the pollen and buzzes south.
When I see the second picture of the bee,
The first thing that I see
Is a broken tree.
All that’s left,
Is a little stump,
One so small it can’t fit your rump!
It is very sad for that little stump,
The top is curved like a camel’s hump.
But here comes the bee,
to save the tree.
It scares away the chopper that is very vicious.
Hooray for the bee, now it looks for pollen….
And, now…if you have made it this far into this random world our bees have led us to, I leave you with this, more words that have me thinking lately: