Early one morning I spent a long time watching the bees collecting pollen and buzzing in and out of the just opening roses. It is said that the hum of bees is the voice of a garden. And this garden was doing a lot of talking. “Busy busy. Growing growing. I am beautiful. Smell me. It is summer.” The bees had their pollen. I had my coffee cup. The sun was shining and the air was full of the scent of roses. I wanted to stay.
As I watched the bees dancing in and out of the blossoms I thought of one of my favorite quotes about bees. “Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers” - Ray Bradbury. These bees had rose spice on their feet. And so I was glad that we had kept that old line of roses. I will be back to spend more moments with the roses and the bees next year. And for that one day, at least, I felt like there was some rose spice on my feet too.