Sometimes I go out to my garden for no reason whatsoever. I'm not going to be pulling weeds; I'm not going to be picking any crops; I'm not planting anything. I just want to look at the plants. I'm not sure why I do it. Maybe they are calling me in a voice I can't really hear? But whatever the reason, I find it very peaceful. I always notice something about the garden while doing it.Yesterday I noticed the bees.
They where swarming amid my coriander flowers. Lots of bees, wasps and bee flies. I stood there looming over them and watched. Some were slow and pondering, like the bumble bees. Some quick and agile, not landing for more than a second. They were large, they were small. There was a noticeable lack of honey bees. So far I have seen exactly one honeybee this year. In past years they have been everywhere - the most common bee in my garden. No more. I was sad when I noticed it, but it didn't distract me from the peace of watching my bees.
I don't know why I love bees so much, but I do. Yes intellectually I know why I like bees, all gardeners do, but my love for bees is different. I wish they didn't have stingers because I want to pet them. I find their little pollen packet cute as they bop from flower to flower. Wasps do not engender the same kind of love as bees, even though they are very useful in my garden too. Wasps scare me a little; bees do not. Probably because wasps are the flying warriors of the garden, while honey bees are the farmers. I feel a lot of empathy for my fellow flying farmer.