Bees

It snowed last night--two inches accumulated-- finally, a little snow for me! But, now it's all gone. And it's lightly raining. Well, here's to raindrops then. And onto my Bee-themed post.

Well, I'm sure if you asked several people they would say I had a bee in my bonnet today. This is not that unusual, but it is fitting, since I'm having dinner at The Beehive. First a glass of wine at Bar10, where I am updating my blog.  Back to the bee, I think I made a little progress but maybe not. That's the way it is with bees... just as you think it's buzzed off... it returns. Anyway, time will tell. Meanwhile, I am looking forward to the Beehive tonight. My plan, unless something derails it, is to have a grilled cheese. But not just any grilled cheese. This one has farmhouse cheddar, fontina and shortrib, on toasted/grilled bread, sliced extra thick (imagine a better version of Texas Toast). Mmm. It's been way too long since I had this tasty favorite of mine. I'll keep you posted on my success, and if it's as good as I remember.

Finally, a Bee-inspired poem, by Mary Oliver.

Hum

What is this dark hum among the roses?
The bees have gone simple, sipping,
that's all. What did you expect? Sophistication?
They're small creatures and they are
filling their bodies with sweetness, how could they not
moan in happiness? The little
worker bee lives, I have read, about three weeks.
Is that long? Long enough, I suppose, to understand
that life is a blessing. I have found them-haven't you?—
stopped in the very cups of the flowers, their wings
a little tattered-so much flying about, to the hive,
then out into the world, then back, and perhaps dancing,
should the task be to be a scout-sweet, dancing bee.
I think there isn't anything in this world I don't
admire. If there is, I don't know what it is. I
haven't met it yet. Nor expect to. The bee is small,
and since I wear glasses, so I can see the traffic and
read books, I have to
take them off and bend close to study and
understand what is happening. It's not hard, it's in fact
as instructive as anything I have ever studied. Plus, too,
it's love almost too fierce to endure, the bee
nuzzling like that into the blouse
of the rose. And the fragrance, and the honey, and of course
the sun, the purely pure sun, shining, all the while, over
all of us.