A year ago I was in the middle of my first week with my bees. I still remember the excitement as I walked outside with a cup of tea each morning and sat beside the hives listening to the buzzing.
It was a precious time for me, maybe even more so in retrospect, as I now know that I can’t have the bees there, that close to me. I’ve been re-reading my journal entries from last April, and I feel a lot like Emily Webb in Our Town. “Don’t they even notice?” she wailed (or something like that -- I’m remembering, not quoting exactly).
And no, I guess I didn’t notice as much as I would have if I’d known I’d have those bees only a few short months. I loved them -- but I would have loved them better if I’d known how soon they’d be gone.
I’m going to take a good look at my life. What are the things (or the people) I don’t appreciate enough? What if they were gone tomorrow?
BEEattitude for Day #555:
Blessed are those who pay attention, for they shall not miss out on the sweetness.
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