Bees

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Bees don’t bother me; mosquitoes, yes! But not bees.

In the summer they often explore my lunch to see what there is to glean.
I give them what they want.
It’s usually a little water and a speck of fat or juicy something.
So I set some aside for them at a safe distance. We have an understanding.
No, I don’t bother them and they don’t bother me. I don’t kill them. I don’t poison them.
They tend the flowers along side butterflies, hoverflies, ladybugs and an occasional lost dragonfly.

Bees don’t think too far ahead; their world is ours, deconstructed in patterns of colors and highways mapped in the air in 3D. Sometimes there are accidents and errors of judgement.
Once a gardener told me I should fumigate one of their hiding places, the wall behind the clothes line, because I could get hurt. I shrugged.
I knew they’d change their minds. The stones get too hot.
Ants keen on the space chased them away in no time.

Every once in a while a draft brings a bee indoors and she will flail against a window reaching for blue skies. I used to trap them in a glass and set them free–a bit battered–until I realized they can only see freedom as light.
It is brightest beyond the glass pane. They don’t understand the obstacle.
Now I close the shutters from outside. Take away the light and they find the way out by themselves.

Like me. Withold the love and I get away.

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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18 Responses to Bees

  1. I’m so glad you appreciate the bees. So many times people fear them for no reason. I rarely get stung but sometimes it does come with the job.

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  2. PapaBear says:

    Left to their own devices, bees are relatively gentle creatures. Have had them land on my arms and, when they find out I’m just an old sourpuss, they fly away. That last line is somewhat mysterious, Emm. G’nite ! 🙂

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  3. john zande says:

    How can one not love the bee?

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  4. makagutu says:

    I give bees a wide berth. Mosquitoes only disturb me rarely. So I maintain shrubs and ensure we don’t have pools of water everywhere

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  5. ceayr says:

    Ah, Emmy, you did it again.
    A beautifully written piece on the different wonders of nature, showing love, sympathy and understanding for all the little beasties who inhabit our world.
    Simply superb.
    And then, in the last line, you cut the reader’s throat.
    Wonderful!

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    • emmylgant says:

      You and I save all kinds of little beasties. Fundamentally gentle souls we are… in spite of what we write sometimes. ‘ Cut the reader’s throat’? Really? I was just going for a raised eyebrow! Thank you for the praises my friend.

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  6. oglach says:

    I like the way you identify with nature.

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    • emmylgant says:

      We would not exist without it, so I figure there is a lot to learn by just watching. We are also animals in the most positive sense, not disparaging in any way.
      Thank you Oglach.

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  7. arjaybe says:

    You have interesting vegetation there. Very exotic for this temperate zone guy.

    I’m comfortable with bees, too. The only time I’ve been stung by bees (or hornets or wasps) is if I’ve blundered into them and scared them into it. It’s worst with bees because it kills them.-(

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    • emmylgant says:

      Ditto here. They only fight back when they feel threatened, which folks forget. Bees fight to their death indeed, another good reason not to scare them!
      We need them; they don’t need us.
      The bird of paradise holds well here, curiously. Other exotics , such as hibiscus, have to go indoors in winter. I think it’s our mistral that they don’t survive mostly.

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