“No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife,” stirring my pot of fish chowder and setting the table in a welcoming way. It is times like these we need each other to endure the trials of life and ensure no one is alone. Katie is coming, she recently lost her husband to suicide and has three children to parent . Mary will be late, her six year old son is at Children’s Hospital waiting for a new kidney. Carla just drove up. She found out that she has cancer and treatment will start early next week. I have no time to weep over the things we are unable to control. The Bible says to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice.Today we will rejoice the fact that we have each other!
Echoing past each drop upon my rusty, tin roof the scent of spring rain;
quiet honey bee, no longer hears the sound buried in the dirt;
as wild roses bloom their fragile petals fall; on the soggy earth.
P. Wolf, poet & authorof Jemi’s Noble Quest; available on Amazon
Last year, 40% of honey–bee colonies in the US died.
Bee hives cannot sustain themselves without worker bees and would eventually die. This combination of events resulting in the loss of a bee colony has been called Colony Collapse Disorder.
Scientists point to several causes behind the problem, including global warming, habitat loss, parasites and a class of bee–killing insecticides known as neonicotinoids (or neonics)
WorkerBees: these are all female and their roles are to forage for food (pollen and nectar from flowers), build and protect the hive, clean and circulate air by beating their wings. Workers are the only bees most people ever see flying around outside the hive.
Between a sentinel of trees, in the deepest of twilight an image lurks down moon lit path. A chill in the air ruffles thick fur. He is alone. Each step leaves paw prints in the dirt as evidence of his presence, under a dangling moon. He finds a knoll. There he sits waiting as time ticks slowly by until the moon, a blood moon, ascends to its highest point in the autumn sky.
When no one listens, howling wolf calls to another, as blood moon rises.
It is a myth that wolves howl at a full moon. They howl to communicate at anytime. It is thought people noticed their howling more during a full moon, because extra light brings people out at nighttime. We do a lot of howling in our house even on moonless nights!