up close and personal.
she looks a little scary?
i don’t think so.
i love the honey bee.
most of the ones who are pollinating are females.
the drones are working at the hive.
their lives are fascinating.
and this planet will not survive without them.
if you’re new to the peanut you can see where i used to live.
i owned a little cottage that i named
the ‘wee blink bonnie.’
it means small pretty place.
the side bar shows all my previous posts by name.
the one called ‘welcome to the wee blink bonnie’
has pictures of the cottage . . . inside and out.
i used to sit on the patio and read or just ‘be’.
in all seasons except extreme winter.
that last summer we had the hottest on record.
the longest days without rain. another record.
all living things need water.
no matter how tiny.
so as well as keeping the bird baths full of cool water
i also kept a bowl of fresh water on the patio for any little
creatures ~ day or night ~ that might
find themselves in need of a drink.
one afternoon i took my own water and book and
was ready to settle down in the shade to read.
i glanced at the bowl of water.
floating in it was a little honey bee.
i watched at first to see if she was just there on the surface and ok.
it didn’t take long to see that she was in distress
and in danger of drowning or even had already drowned.
i searched and found a large green leaf.
i scooped her out and tilted the leaf to pour off the water.
i let her lie there on the cool green leaf for a bit.
i watched her.
she seemed dead. she was not moving.
i decided to move her to the sun. maybe if she dried off.
it wouldn’t take long in the heat of that day!
sure enough. she stirred.
she tried moving her beautiful transparent wings. so tiny.
one set of wings looked completely gone.
then. a strange thing. she started circling. crazily. fast.
circling and circling there on the beige porcelain tile of my patio.
i don’t know if it was a call of distress. i had read that they circle.
when i planted the crepe myrtle tree by my patio ~
i knew that it would bloom beautifully with white flowers all over it.
the first spring i was sitting under it reading.
i heard bzzzzzz zzzzzzz zzzzzz bzzzzzzz zzzzzzz.
i truly hadn’t any idea it was such a magnet for honey bees.
i would sit there and read.
they never came near me or bothered me in any way.
they had their work to attend to and i am retired.
we were friends.
we simply hung out there together on my patio.
they would work diligently. there were hundreds of them.
i loved the buzzing sound. it was musical and comforting somehow.
you know something really funny?
i noticed once that they were usually all gone by about 5 o’clock.
i wonder if one of them was the foreman and said
then they were back first thing in the mornings for as long as the
beautiful white blossoms lasted.
and you won’t believe this either . . .
but they didn’t “work” on the weekends! LOL! they didn’t!
well. i’ve digressed just a little.
back to my little drowned bee ~
she suddenly stopped circling. she was lying there
i used another leaf to ease her back onto the cool green leaf.
was she asleep? exhausted? dead?
i had a sudden flash that she needed strength.
i do not eat honey.
i had been given a little jar of raw unfiltered honey as a gift.
i went into the wee blink bonnie.
i took a spoon and dropped the tiniest . . .
~ very bee sized tiny drop ~
of honey onto the leaf.
i continued to watch.
my little bee friend crawled near the drop.
i held my breath. she was right next to the drop.
was i watching a tiny miracle of life revive itself?
i looked closely. she was moving her wings now.
she had both sets of wings. i was wrong in thinking only one.
tears came to my eyes in gratitude.
she seemed to be testing them or grooming them.
i picked up the green leaf.
she bzzzzzzzzzed loudly!
was she thanking me?
she took off from the leaf.
she came toward my amazed and delighted face.
she made a circle and ‘buzzed’ me!
then she took off into the air.
back to her hive.
at least i think she was going back to her hive.
i’d like to think she was going to have dinner
and tell all her friends about her adventure.
and the lady who loves honey bees.
the sacred speck of life.
someday maybe mankind will understand
that sacred speck
that connects us all.
and maybe then
we’ll stop hurting each other.
til soon old bean.