Our culture seems to propagate “B” mottos.
Be yourself.
Be upstanding.
Be prepared.
Be careful.
Don’t be late.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered.
To be or not to be.
Make a bee-line.
Bee in your bonnet (hat, not British car hood).
The one that is most seasonal, most fitting for this time and place: Bee ecstatic.
All conscious creatures from dandelions to insects to mammals (including even some members of our own species) know the days are getting shorter. And what inevitably comes next. The temperatures and sunlight are diminishing. The season for blossoms and pollen and the seed preparation process is running down. Bees know.
In our garden now there are bees gathering pollen in tiny yet prodigious amounts. They find a rich bloom and roll about inside, in ecstasy. They are as inebriated as cats on catnip, a laird on 25 year old Scotch. The bees pack their little pollen pouches, the gathered precious matter glowing and sticky.
Bees use both nectar and pollen. The nectar has sugar for energy. Pollen has protein and other nutrients. Most pollen is used by bees as larvae food. Buzzing bees spreads pollen from plant-to-plant, providing fertilization services needed by plants and the rest of us who eat fruit, nuts and grain.
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy. –Emily Dickinson
If I were a bee and you were a rose,
Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?
Would you hold your petals wide apart,
Would you let me in to find your heart. —Sara Teasdale
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