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.