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.
