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...