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.