So I have bees.
In my yard.
That I put there myself.
After I went and helped with a swarm yesterday morning.
And by help I mean I wore my hat backwards and got in the way.
But I went and picked up the hive last night.
In a dark suburb.
Where death by bees seemed imminent.
And this morning,
with the help of Adeline and Meg
I smoked them
talked to them
This is when I feel like I have something to offer my children.
Where Elizabeth is late for school because we’re sitting around the breakfast table talking about the fascinating world of bees and she can’t bare to leave.
And Adeline and Meg are feet away from a hive of bees wanting to come closer and see the queen.
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing the right thing.