October 8, 2014
As I gain more followers, many of you ask- “What’s it like to blog?”
Blogging to me is like fog in the morning.
It clouds my vision, covering all things conscious, with possibility. What kind of possibility?
The possibility of beautiful.
Of course, there is the beautiful I have always known: such as beauty in the sunrise,
and in the sunset,
and in the changing of the seasons.
But now there are things I am noticing anew: like beauty in the small things
and in the dreaded things.
There is also beauty in what I have learned: like the identification of this pine warbler,
and the identification of this Fall mushroom, hen-of- the-woods. Although I have not yet tasted these
delicacies, I recently learned they are delicious.
There is also beauty in what I have yet to learn. For example, when I saw this swarm of yellow
jackets, from past experience, I knew I should run.
These aggressive fellows will viciously chase their offender and are capable of stinging multiple
times, but the blog fog made me stay and search for their beauty.
I am so glad I did because beauty is what I found, for when they broke apart I discovered the queen
in the middle. She was huge.
She appeared to be mating which I thought happened in the Spring? and why all of the spectators? If
anyone can shed light on this unusual phenomena, I would appreciate it.
Did you know, the queen bee leaves some eggs unfertilized and they develop into the male drones which
are responsible for fertilization? Unfertilized eggs develop and fertilize? Wow! There is a lot of power
in those feminine wings.
I realize some of you are feeling a bit hot and bothered, by the bees in your bonnet, so let me throw a
little ice on the subject.
After this ferocious hail storm, I was treated to a spectacular peacock promenade.