Shhh…the bees are back home
I brought my precious cargo home on Monday night. Driving slowly and oh-so-carefully around corners, it reminded me of the trip home from hospital with the new-born baby in the car. So many lunatics on the road…so many bumps….too many corners…stop driving so close to me. Yes, I am going slower than the speed limit. Get over it. Thank goodness for the German steering and suspension in my car. Andrew offered me his car to bring the bees home. “Don’t be ridiculous I say to him, your car is not good enough for this trip”. Yes, I am quite mad.
But it makes me happy to see my bees settling into their new home. Happily buzzing around while they do their orientation flights. Watching them come home so loaded up with pollen they are wobbly-flighted, sometimes missing the entrance and falling in the gap. I sit in the sun with my coffee, watching them and wondering if bees have a harmonious life in the hive. I know the chickens often fight to assert pecking order. The dog has to try to impose her own pecking order on all the creatures in our garden. The big goldfish chases the smaller goldfish (who grows her tail ever wider so she looks bigger from the back. I imagine her saying “does my butt look bigger with this tail?”). I want to know about the social life of the bees inside the hive. They all have their roles and seem to just get on with it. Do they fight, wish for other roles, envy, resent? I suspect not. I wish I could be a bee sometimes. Just get on with my work, my jobs, my responsibilities. Not waste time. Be a better person. Not shout at my kids when I am trying to juggle too many things. Not feel despondent when I don’t get anything done (well).