bee whisperer’s mom,
my daughter,
on our late summer walk
by the river.
bee whisperer,
my grandson/ her son,
on our early summer trip
by the lake.
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genetics, gentle compassion, curiosity and nature at play.
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“it is in our genes to understand the universe if we can,
to keep trying even if we cannot,
and to be enchanted by the act of learning all the way.”
― lewis thomas
f visits the garden
by the lake
kneels down
to talk to the bumblebees
to see them up close
then befriends them
as they
learn more about each other
full of calm and peace
without fear
and after they make
a short visit to his place
gently
puts them back
where he found them
and says
goodbye for now.
the garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Michael Pollan
I didn't have my glasses on.... 