It’s the small things one notices, and then the certainty. The season has changed. Spring is here, but it’s only just awakening.
Beginnings ripple throughout the countryside and suddenly there is color and sound and flight where there had been darkness and snow. I wonder if plants do have a secret life, secret from humans, that is. I just bet, when they’re flowering and leafing, they feel as excited as we do during our own awakenings.
I took a walk with a bee this morning. No kidding. I had gone down to the creek for my morning walk, and on the way back I started collecting sticks from the forest floor. They’re the best kindling for our fires as they’ve fallen naturally from the trees and have gathered lichen–great material for a fire starter.
So there I was, walking along holding my sticks, and I realized I had been hearing a buzzing sound for a few minutes. I looked down and sure enough, a brown, fuzzy bee was kind of hopping along just in front of my feet. The forest floor is oozing with moss and other strange mucky things from the recent rains, and it’s producing some beautiful white and purple flowers.
This little bee was ecstatic, jumping from one oozy mess to the next, then to the flowers, then back to the tips of my boots. She stayed with me for about 100 meters. Once in awhile I got ahead of her as she fell, intoxicated, into another patch of flowers. Then, she was back, hopping on my boot.
A breeze funneled down the path, whispering through the trees and making the world around me shiver. We reached the fork in the path, and I looked down just as she took off from my boot. We went our separate ways.
As I walked back up the hill toward our house, I thought, huh, I just took a walk with a bee. Well, it’s spring. Stranger things can happen I suppose. When I rounded the corner, I said, yep.
This is a beautiful short story that I certainly can relate to.. Thanks so much…Spring is my favorite time of year. The re-birth of nearly everything.
We would go walking and butterflies would land on my daughter Carina. Even if she passed them gently to me they would go straight back to her. She is our butterfly girl. I’m sure your bee was very happy to be accompanying you along your walk.
A beautiful image Nina. It’s so lovely to share the essence of Spring in your writing even though it’s so far away. I was saying today to my little girl today how strange it is to live upside down. I live Italy so intensely in my head it’s hard to remember it’s actually autumn in Australia right now. Your post has done nothing to burst my bubble!
Thank you, Janine! I love your blog — it’s so full of passion for Umbria. I hope you come back soon!
O Nina, so do I!! That you should like my blog means so much to me! Grazie davvero.