I sat down in front of the hive and let the bees fly around me as they flew back and forth from the hive to where ever they were going from there.
It's really something to sit there, surrounded by bees in flight. It's kind of like being underwater. Only you are not.
I remember checking the hive right before Hurricane Irene. I was walking to the back of the hive and the barometer must have suddenly dropped because all around me bees began to silently descend to their home. It was a magical moment and I wish that I could find the words to describe how amazing and beautiful the moment was.
Seconds after that mass descent, rain drops began to fall.
Sitting in the sun by the hive is one of my favorite places in the world. It's impossible not to feel happy and at peace there.
Of course it would totally suck if they decided to be surly and sting the crap out of me, but it hasn't happened yet.
Last evening, I watched some stuff about the Boston bombing and then skimmed a book written by a mother whose infant son was dying of Tay-Sachs disease.
I think a trip back to the bee yard to do some sitting is in order today.
Here is some video I took