How we remember our way home............

The bees are loving the garden, getting fat on pollen and hopefully making lots of honey. The lavendar is blooming and I hate to cut any, they love it so much.

I was watching their comings and goings and it's amazing how they know how to get back home after who knows how long they spend collecting pollen. In fact they have great vision, compound eyes, the lenzes are poloarized and when they first leave the hive you can watch them flying up and then back, shooting off to the side and back as if they are taking pictures of the hive and the surroundings. They also communicate to each other about distance and where the good sources of food are located.

This weekend's project in between making jam will be creating a closer water souce for the bees.

Bees have memories..............so do we...............


A Garden's Reprieve

I run around from here to there


slightly ahead of memories


that chase away my sense of self.



I go over the list of things to do


with flashing still life images


of conversations that won’t stay past.



Even my dreams still echo unresolved issues


which I dare not utter out loud


for fear of my own created reality.



And the only escape is an imaginary window


A gift from somewhere in front of me


That I open and breathe through.

Cup of coffee

The bees arrived while I was visiting my daughter in California, somewhere between the relaxing mud bath at Indian Springs Day Spa and Inspiration Point near Berkeley and there they were waiting for me when I arrived home last week. It made the reality of distance a little more bearable and those little bees are fascinating and loving the salvia in the garden.

I hit hard the transition from California to the brutal humidity of PA and my vision of the world around me gasped with uneven breaths as I fell off the high end of the teeter totter. Anyhow, I started writing poetry again, something I haven't done since college and I thought a poetry journal would be more interesting than where I didn't buy a bathing suite because the retail store has no sense of the relationship of female image and fitting room mirrors. Anyhow..................

Monday June 7th, lunchtime

Pretend that your daily life
doesn't piece out judgement.
Tell yourself vanity is an envied description
of sophisticated aloofness.
And that you are elevated above the snobbery
and collected grouping of wishing you were something other than you are,
because you use grocery bags made of cloth and by organic
you justify the global connectedness pat on the back you give yourself on occasion
as you sit back and sip your iced vente sweetened lemon herbal tea,
Sip, sip.