Work is extra busy right now, and my Sacred Writing Time will be encroached upon for The Job That Pays. I don’t mind, actually, it gives me an opportunity to carve out extra writing time that normally would be taken up with other responsibilities. But it did leave me wondering what to write about.
So, I sat in front of my computer and wondered. Instead of focusing on writing, my mind went to yesterday and lunch with The Best Husband Ever on the deck. While we were sitting in the sunshine a single honey bee flew over, landed on the footstool, performed a little dance, then groggily flew off the way he’d come. Probably pretty cold still for the bees to have much grace in flying, but it did give me some inspiration for today’s post.
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Leon Loves Purple Too
By Melissa Gale
The bee danced a figure-eight on the back of her hand. Alicia smiled, delighted at her new friend’s chosen bee-ballet. Lying belly down in the middle of the front flower patch she could smell the early purples around her. Her mom said this flower bed was her responsibility, and if she kept the flower patch weed-free she could pick the flowers that grew there – and Alicia Keene liked purple.
Her legs lazily kicking up from the knees, she grinned at her friend. “I’m so glad you’re happy. It’s nice to see you too. How are things at the hive?” Alicia turned her hand with the bee’s dance so he could stay on the top of her hand. “What? Leon? Hi Leon. My name’s Alicia. Alicia Marie Keene. Pleased to meet you.”
“Leeeeeesha! Oh, there you are. What are you doing? Talking to those dumb bees again?” Henry sneered at her as he came around the corner of the house.
“Shut. Up. Henry. They’re my friends. Don’t be mean to them.” Alicia moved her other hand over so the bee could dance on it.
“You’re just a dumb baby. Maybe when you’re eight years old like me you’ll be smarter.” Henry walked over to see her still turning her hand, the bee now making a circle in the palm of her outstretched hand.
“Yoooou’re juuust jealousss.” Alicia moved her hand away from Henry’s sight. “They don’t like you like they like me. They even listen to me.”
“Don’t be dumb. Bees don’t talk.” Henry moved around the other side to see the bee in his sister’s hand.
“Sure they do dummy. You just don’t know how to listen.” Alicia extended her palm toward a small patch of violets in her garden. “Hey Leon. Why don’t you try out those nice purple flowers right there. I bet you’ll like them. They smell awfully sweet and delicious.”
Henry swiped at a stalk of grass growing in the violets. The bee stopped turning its circles in Alicia’s palm. He drifted lazily up and slowly over to the violets. Sampling one sweet-as-candy blossom and then another before bobbing gently back to Alicia’s palm.
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“See. They understand me and trust me. They know I’d never do anything to hurt them.” Alicia held the bee at eye level and smiled at him. “Right, Leon?”
Henry threw the grass stem he’d been fidgeting with down at Alicia’s hand. “Maybe they’re just as stupid as you.” The bee lifted up to avoid the grass, and then returned to his dance – this time walking in diagonal lines, making an “X” shape across her hand.
“You’re not ‘posed to say ‘stupid’ Henry. If mom heard you you’d be in trouuuuble.”
“Mom’s not here, dummy. And you’re not going to tell her or I’ll go spray your hive with the hose!” Henry frowned down at her.
“They don’t like you. That makes them smart right there!” Alicia bent and whispered to her friend. “Don’t worry, Leon, I won’t let him hurt you.”
“Maybe I’ll take the hose to them anyway. Get you to shut up about them for a while.” Henry turned and took off at a trot across the lawn.
“Leon NO!” Alicia screamed as the bee launched itself from her hand and rocketed toward Henry.
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I love honey bees. We had hives of them when I was a little girl, and although I’m terrified of wasps, honey bees have always seemed to be a peaceful, loving, and gentle creatures just trying to get their work done – unless their hive is under attack, then all bets are off.
So this week, my reader, my message to you is to embrace Spring. Appreciate the creatures big and small who occupy this world of ours, and just want to get their work done too. Oh, and don’t piss off the hive.
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