Bee Whisperer

Today was one of those day dreamy days in a person's life. One of those days where you bear witness to something so beautiful and rare, so special and precious that your breath is gone and letters do not make up adequate words to describe what is unfolding in front of you. You forget to pick up your camera and take pictures of the things that are now held captive in your mind for all the rest of your days. You just hold your breath and wish for it to go on forever.

I took my grandson Seth to see the bees today. I dressed him in the little jacket that was still too big for him (a gift Les Hiltz), tucked his pants in his socks, pulled a net over his Angry Birds cap and fitted him with some gloves. I told him, if the bees seemed happy to see him we could take off the veil and gloves.

What follows is what I can't put into words.

Seth was well received by the hive. He stood in awe for a few moments and then slowly sat down at the hive entrance. For the next 30 minutes he whispered to and petted bees.

Enjoy, this one's on me.
Karen