We had a taste of spring over the long weekend, (or perhaps “tease” might be the more appropriate word.) Nevertheless, there was enough sun and warmth to bring both me and the bees out of hiding and into the yard for some much-needed buzz and dance. It’s amazing to see them move in and out of the hives this time of year. They waste no time in dragging out the old, so they can begin to find their way to whatever pollen is available. They are eager to get on with constructing, nurturing, feeding the new.
We are going into our second year keeping bees, and of all the things I’ve learned about these wonderful creatures, the thing that’s surprised me most is the affection I’ve come to have for them. I believe they bring out the best in me (especially when it comes to writing) – by reminding me that process deserves respect, that dancing is always productive, and that hunting for the dazzling, the bold and the sweet is never a waste of time.
So, even though today north-west winds are blowing on shore, and the maples are holding a grudge when it comes to giving up their sap, I know we’ll soon be on to warm, sunny days, and peeper-song filled nights.
The bees have spoken.