Category Archives: Telling the Bees

A little #Haiku #TaleinTen

There have been a few #TaleinTenpopup entries on Twitter since I completed my #365 #TaleinTen marathon and I’m sure they won’t be the last. It was the joy of hearing our bees buzzing today, in a dying Winter’s afternoon sunshine, that has turned my face to Spring. This time, the bees had something to say to me!

So, here’s a little Haiku to express my delight.

Buzzing awakes me
my long-sleeping Winter self
(such gentle humming)

[I did have a little video clip against this post but since the closure of Vine, it is no longer available – note to self to make sure I capture and future videos locally!]

No234 #365 #TaleIn10

Farewell dear friend.  Sweet Bramble brightened our lives. Thank you.

Today’s Tale in ten words, albeit somewhat sad for us today as we have said goodbye to our dear companion of eight years who has left us far too soon.  We thought we had lost Bramble 20 days ago and she has fought hard to keep up her strength, struggling to eat when it was so difficult for her and we have had time to say goodbye and she seems to have visited all of her favourite places, resting on Mike’s shed roof, hiding under the decking, visiting Harriet’s bench and most of the neighbouring gardens but today she has rested on a bench in our garden with her brother, Henry, keeping a watchful eye. and where I said my goodbyes. 

Her final resting place is beside the rosemary and lavender – remembrance and tranquility.

Bramble

Dear Bramble – time to say goodbye

It Begins

There is a long-held tradition amongst beekeepers to “tell it to the bees”. I’m a beekeeper and I can tell you that, sitting beside an active colony of bees, with a background of buzzing and the constant mesmeric note of the hive, there is no better place to form up one’s thoughts and reflect on the many aspects of life. I often talk to the bees, sometimes aloud, sometimes in my head. I tell them my news and of any upset and joy. And on those sad occasions when there is a death of someone close, I tell them … and one day, when it is my turn – long in the future I hope(!) – I trust someone will tell them of my passing.