Byproduct

  I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.   Gen 9:13 Recently, we enjoyed a rare few days of stormy weather here in the high desert.   An inch in one day is a spectacular event when you consider that Reno’s annual rain average is about 7″!  Although I love to hear the rain beat on the roof and gurgle down the drainpipes, I look forward to the rainbows most of all.  The vivid colors, the childish hope there *is* a pot of gold hidden somewhere just tickles my imagination to no end. Of the thousands of photos my husband has taken, the one above is a favorite.  Hidden in the dark of the hive an array of color; a rainbow of colored pollen that my wee honey bees have diligently foraged for,...

Provide

  I Peter 4:10 Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others Wouldn’t it be great to have this innate understanding of what you’re supposed to do with your life?  You just knew automatically the correct career path? We’re not so lucky, or I should say *I* am not so lucky.   I don’t work in the field for which I received my degree and I have worked for more than a dozen companies during my so-called career; Not one particularly related to the one before and never remaining long enough to develop a sense of loyalty. A “fart in a whirlwind” as my Mom would say.   This is one of the reasons I find my honey bees so fascinating – they have an amazing division of labor called Temporal Polytheism....

Belong

  It is not good for man to be alone (Gen 2:18). When I started my beekeeping adventures I did it alone.  I installed the package of bees alone. I did my hive inspections alone, and I watched the colony die, alone.  For a hobby where numbers (or the lack thereof) are so critical, my singleness as I stood in the hive yard was stark in comparison to an ideal population. I believe Honey bees would concur, we were made for community, we thrive in it, and our purpose cannot be fulfilled unless we are a part of one. Honey bees live in highly organized societal structure.  If you think our politics are nasty imagine how worse it would be if we had stingers on our hind end!  Honey bees begin as an egg, then metamorphosize through larvae, to pupa and finally emerge...

Stung

The creaking of an old fence gate breaks the soothing hum of the garden; an old stone path teases the curious to see where the trail might lead.  Sunflowers sway overhead, nodding in quiet greeting as you pass by. To the right, apple trees bow under the load of their fruit, to the left a bluejay squawks excitedly from the shadows of a cherry tree. A Monarch butterfly dances into view, pirouettes above the lavender and moves to the milkweed beyond.  It’s a familiar place, overgrown, untended but not unloved, you’ve been here before, maybe, so long ago now.  There’s a house ahead, you can see the stairs weathered and inviting; the door is open for you.  There are voices, women, a tv perhaps… Auntie Mame: Oh, Agnes! Here you’ve been...