Somethin’s Buzzin

A friend of mine said recently, “So this so called ‘Blog’ you do…….. it’s like a diary sort of thing, right?

A part of me wanted to be offended; after all, these weekly offerings are supposed to be history-changing gems of inspiration! But I’ll have to admit, in most ways he was right.  It’s just me and my observations. And who knows? Maybe I’m just talking to myself. This week, a friend is going to help me put a counter on the www.mywoods.net site to see if anyone is actually listening to me ramble on. If you do go have a look at the site, by the way, don’t bother with the “Comments” section; it’s been inundated by literally thousands of what’s called “bots” offering me everything from property in Florida to help with my itchy scalp. I’m really sorry if there are some genuine comments among the teeming hordes, but the way it’s set up now, I just delete them every few weeks without reading them.

But back to that part about “inspirational gems”, let me tell you about the new “addition” that came into our home this week. Later, I’ll get back to sharing about our recent trip to Israel.

Actually, it was more like 7000 additions, according to the breeder who set us up.   Yeah, we’re not talking about your traditional pets, those darling little furry creatures who sleep on your pillow,or maybe that stately equine that costs you more than your house or car but gives you a thrill when you gallop across the “Little House on the Prairie” meadows.

Our home, or at least the deck out back is now graced by a bee hive. But before you conjure up a picture of us in white hazmat suits armed with smoke pots, these particular bees are an Australian anomaly known as “Native Stingless Bees”.

The “girls” which most of them are, I’m told, have settled in nicely and have done everything by the text book. When we set them in place and removed the plug keeping them inside, they ventured out, flew backwards all around the hive to set their GPS coordinates, then headed off in all directions in search of flowers. Others stayed behind to do a little housecleaning, tossing out dirt, unwanted pollen and even occasionally, their dead.  Now we’re seeing the scouts come back with their little ‘saddle bags’ loaded with pollen, soon to be miraculously transformed into honey. The honey these native bees produce tastes different from the traditional stuff. There’s a slight wood flavor, and it’s definitely stronger. In fact, some folks refer to it as “medicinal honey” and they only produce at best a cup of honey a year, so I doubt if we get fat on the stuff!

We’ve put them right out on the deck where we enjoy eating, feeding the birds, visiting and “being retired”. After all, we think, if we’re going to have em, might as well enjoy them!  It was a little disconcerting at first since we (and by “we” I mean Tony) have a rather checkered and painful history with bees of all kinds. But we got over the fact that we were afraid of them and more than that, wanted to swat them because they looked like flies. Now we watch them and cluck over their little antics.

Today was the ultimate test; we pushed our grandkids right up close and said, “Don’t worry! They don’t sting!” then took a step back to see if that was really true.

And it was. The kids had a ball, watching them come and go, climbing over their fingers and doing their thing.

And what a thing it is! Isn’t God’s creation mind-boggling? Science can describe what we see happening in the lives of these tiny critters, but there comes a point when even the scientists have to step back, scratch their heads, and say, “I don’t know how they do it.”

The bee breeder has wisely strapped the hive shut so that we cannot interfere with them for a whole YEAR, giving them time to settle in. All we can do is imagine what’s going on inside in terms of hive building, queen management, care and feeding of about 300 babies born daily, food production, defense systems, etc.

When our year is up, and we know by weighing it that they’ve multiplied, we’ll split the box into two hives.  There’ll only be one queen still, but whichever side doesn’t have the queen will know they need another one and voila’, they’ll all get together and ‘feed one up’ so she’ll be the queen for about 10 years.  Isn’t this stuff just fascinating?  Hopefully after our winter (and their hibernation), I’ll have some stories to tell you.

God is good to us to let us share in the fun.  I hope you’ll remember that He knows everything that goes on in His universe, from a molecular level right up to you and me. And He not only knows; He has a personal interest in us.

I’m sure as you’re reading this you’re thinking of so many Bible verses but here are a few that I can think of off the top of my head,

Psalm 8:4-6,

What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet”

… or how about Matthew 6:26,

“Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns–and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”

Have a good week, and rejoice in the fact that God is the Master, even over the small things.  Hope your Sunday will be as great as ours was.

Marsha

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