Sharing Space
Each spring I await the arrival of the flower bed's first blossoms. Seeing the bright colors emerge awakens my spirit after a long winter. By June there are an abundance of flowers not only there, but also in my vegetable garden. The flowering sage and multitude of purple balls on the chives can brighten even a cloudy day. Enjoying these blossoms even more than I do are the bees. Each year they arrive as soon as the first flower appears. Going from one to another gathering pollen to bring back to their hives. Hearing the buzzing of the bees has a calming effect on me. As they go about their business, I will do my weeding right beside them. I am often told that I am going to get stung, but I always say we have an agreement. I won't bother them if they don't bother me. So far, we each have kept out word. I often think that it would be nice if this same mutual understanding could apply to humans. Even if our beliefs may be different, we should be able to occupy the same space ...