Too cold for bees today.
I am thinking about my Mother.
She like the comfort of air conditioning and heaters.
She did not like the wind messing up her hair yet my Mother liked the bee.
She had bee things.
Maybe she liked the idea of the bee or the bee as a motif.
Maybe she thought the bee was cute.
We never talked about the bee.
The bee never bubbled up into our conversations.
I am wearing her bee pin today as I remember the day she died.
I am talking about the bees and I am campaigning for Bee Awareness.
I am asking people to ask themselves as they do their spring planting
and begin their lawn care,
"Is this good for the bees?"
If it is good for the bees it is good for the humans!
My maternal Grandmother was a gardener.
I never knew her very well.
We never talked about bees.
I found her bee pin in her old jewelry box.
I would like a bee pin.
A bee for my lapel!
I am still fighting a virus. I am inside with my tea. I am reading books about the bees.
I am resting and keeping my sunny disposition.