Tuesday, May 22, 2018

A simple delicate moment

It was a terrible wind storm and the resulting dust storm had me hiding inside all day.  I'd driven into the garage and as I exited the car I heard a frantic loud 'BUZZZZ!'.  I reopened the garage door so whomever it was stuck could have a chance to get out and then I went indoors to deposit the small human with small delicate lungs before going back out again to check -

"BUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I love bees.  Prior to living here I had a garden, a little lush garden and I loved my bees.  I never worried about them because I never worried them.  When I was in my very early twenties I lived in a lovely green east coast state and had a dense gorgeous garden loaded with bees.

I miss them.  There are occasionally bees here but mostly snarling wasps.

This was a frantic bee buzz.

I peaked around the board partially blocking the garage window and goodness there was indeed a large lovely yellow, orange and black bee.

I picked up a small piece of paper and whispered softly,  "Let me help you.", and gently offered the paper for a ride.

Disregarding my offer, Bee buzzed up and down the window.  I offered again with the same words.

Repeat four times in total.

The fifth time, Bee turned and studied me, I smiled and whispered, "Let me help you."

Bee slowly, quietly, climbed aboard the paper and continued on to walk onto the back of my hand.

I slowly raised my opposite hand to buffer the rough air to be encountered as I moved this small traveler from behind the board.  I carried this fantastically beautiful relatively tiny creature to the edge of the garage where I lowered my raised hand and the Bee then calmly lifted off.

Such a simply pure and delicate moment.


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