What I Learned from the Bees This Year

It's a lovely-ish Sunday morning here in Indiana.

The fields are ablaze - showing off before a frost kills them dead for good.

The trees are glowing with the glory of impending death.

It reminds me that even in the face of sure death - there is goodness and beauty.

It's the kind of cold morning where you are happy to be in the warm house looking out.

I'm not nearly as pensive as I sound!

In fact - I've been dancing to Dean Martin in my pajamas whilst I'm extracting honey.

And it just got me to thinking.

The bees have taught me a few good lessons this year.

And they are - in no particular order -

Your hive is worth losing your life over.

You should sting the heck out of anyone threatening your loved ones and the life you are creating.

There's always a Queen Bee.

Chances are - you ain't it.

Even if you happen to be it - don't act like it.

Sometimes - Benadryl fixes everything.

Busyness is good - when it's focused.

My girls have a purpose.

They leave the hive each morning with a purpose.

And perhaps the greatest lesson I've learned from my bees this year - is that the fruits of your labor are sweet.  That sometimes the most monumental task - the one with the most work involved - the daily exhausting at times work - where you feel that you are making little progress on - if you keep earnestly after it - gathering each pollen grain - one at a time - flower to flower - harvesting - storing - working -

yields a great, sweet to your soul harvest.

Live well my friends.