Friday, 5 July 2013

A feeling for bees

Once upon a time there was a small child, with sunshine hair and big eyes.  This boy had a thing about bees and when he found a bumble bee he would stroke the soft fuzz along it's back.  Not once, not ever did he get stung.

 Over the years the sunshine boy grew, knees and feet faster than boy sometimes.  He still had a feeling for bees though.

"What have you found?"
"It's a bumble bee; it's tired."
"Be careful in case it stings."
"It won't"

Cradling the bee on the tip of his finger, the boy carefully carried it.  Away from the barren and dusty kerb and towards the green of the garden.  Gently tipping his finger forwards, the boy coaxed the tired bee to leave him.  Into the heart of the flower, where food was waiting, the boy returned his bumble bee to a place of safety.  Not once, not ever did he get stung.  My boy has a feeling for bees.

For his Godmother, Sarah, who always loved that her Godson stroked bees.


  1. How lovely,I've often moved bees but never on my finger!

    Enjoy your weekend Charlotte,

  2. "Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;
    There I couch when owls do cry.
    On the bat's back I do fly
    After summer merrily.
    Merrily, merrily shall I live now
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."

    (The Tempest, William Shakespeare)

    I have never had any fear of bees - or any other living thing apart from certain humans.

    Which is not to say I am a fool (although I am). I know to stand still and whistle if I meet a wild boar sow in the forest with her piglets. And never to smile at a crocodile. But I know that a certain sensibility and right attitude - calmness and confidence and respect being parts of that - are the way to approach any animal.

    And the bee is the object of wonder and worship in many cultures - a messenger of the divine and the guardian of the secrets of life.

    I'm sure you know that bees are threatened at the moment because of pesticides being so widely used and the destruction of meadows and woodland borders, hedgerows and other remaining habitats.

    It's not too late for the bees, however. If everyone who has even so much as a square metre (or yard) of ground they could cultivate a few bee-friendly plants in, did so, all could yet turn out well.

    May your boy be bold and continue in his fearless love of bees. And may he teach us all a lesson we sorely need to learn.

    Thanks for the beautiful story and the lovely pictures.

    I'll buzz off now.... :)

    1. Thank you for the lovely comment. I am with you on this one and here is something that might bring a smile. Every year Nottingham City Council seed the parks, roundabouts and spare banks with meadow flowers: Ox Eye, Hardy geranium, clover etc. The edge of the football pitches on our local park are rich with flowers. As a result we have any number of solitary and bumble, some honey and other bees. We have grasshoppers, speckled woods, meadow browns, peacocks and cabbage whites. This week a burnet moth flew across the playground at work.

      I am the despair of my neighbours as I cultivate alkonet, herb robert and dandelions, thyme, lavender and marjoram (bees and moths love this). To many these are weeds, to me they are food for the insects in the garden.

  3. I save bees all the time & love to hear them sing x

  4. Ah Charlotte, let them despair if that's the best they can do - while I rejoice in you and you in your wondrous 'weeds'!

    My garden is really nothing but a nature reserve and a horror to our nearest neighbours for whom it is simply a wilderness (but what's wrong with a wilderness?). The funny thing is that it is all very carefully planned and managed!

    They will sit in the sterility of their formal gardens, their senses dulled. And you will dance among the bees and the butterflies and be happy.

    Good for your local council, however! Huzzah!

    Go well. :)