The month of November
reminds us to be grateful for the little things. Can you imagine Thanksgiving
dinner without vegetables, salad, green beans, potatoes, pies or even the
centerpiece of flowers? Without bees there wouldn't be honey-roasted carrots,
or honey-mustard dressings, all-important herbs such as parsley, sage, rosemary
and thyme. The delicious and festive holiday would be bland and rather boring. Of course, the bee is not responsible for our cooking or dull and dreary relatives. 😁
Here’s a little poem I
wrote about bees.
Every year,
they forget.
Arms flailing,
they live in fear.
Our hive abuzz with laughter.
But not for long.
Little guy in our garden next to a small twig. |
Joyfully busy,
we make time to
land on colorful petals.
Proud part of a team.
Until they spray.
And my family fades.