Oh the hum~

There are bees buzzing and flowers blooming.  

I cannot come in from outside. 

These days, I spend my mornings singing with the bees down by the hives. The bees hum their musical drone and lull me into their world of vibration and sweetness.   I watch the flowers opening to their honeybee lovers, under June's morning sun, and I marvel at the blessings all around me.  Gus sniffs the sweet honey smells at the hive entrance, curious, intrigued and very cautious.  The cats slumber in the shade of the raspberries, and Mark sips his coffee on the porch. 

Tis a most magical time~

Thou seemest-a little deity!

Anacreon, Ode 34,

To the bee ( fifth century BC)