After my beautiful 20 yr.old son decided to shed his flesh for “heaven", I began to cultivate a garden in his honor in our barren backyard. As a novice gardener, I soon realized there were no bees. I had to hand pollinate the tomato plants. After contemplation of the dilemma of the lack of bees, I realized if I planted some heavily flowered plants, I might just be able to attract the bees to the backyard.
Within three months, the garden was thriving with the bees.
Two and a half years have passed since I began the garden. The once barren backyard is now unrecognizable, as it is overgrown with a variety of perennial flowers and plants that continually attract a wide variety of bees.
I always marveled at how the bees never seemed bothered by me working in the garden…even if I were pulling weeds or transplanting one plant or the other or watering.
There have actually been times where the bees climbed up my arm before appearing to have lost their energy or ability to sustain further life. There have been times when a bee will encompass my head when I’m deep in meditation. (It is common for me to spend five hours or more a day in the garden.)
After reading this essay, it has confirmed what I began to realize after the hundreds of days spent in the harmony of the garden…the bees recognize me as belonging to their world…and, they are cognizant I am working with them on the pollen objective.
(reference: http://io9.com/5471075/bees-can-remember-what-human-faces-look-like)
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