the apples in their orchard

there's something so perfect about the orchard.
(especially this year-- as i explored it with my nephew for the first time)

pumpkins.
apples.
bales of hay.
hot donuts.
cold cider.
a mason jar bee hive.
ponies.

it makes autumn real.
makes it tangible.
wraps it all up.
and places it right in your hand.

an afternoon there in the crisp air.

is one of my most cherished traditions.

:: beekeeping

{via pinterest}

the bees were mostly awake in their perfect house-- mary oliver



i've been thinking long.

and hard.

on bees.


when i work in the garden.

i can imagine a hive in the corner yard.

near the garage.

i can hear the workers low buzz.

can taste the sweetness of fresh honeycomb.


but, alas.

bees have i not.


then last night i got called into work.

and although every fiber in me was pleading

to stay home with pajama's and poetry--

i went in.

and as it would be.

my patient was a beekeeper.

keeping me up all night with adventure tales from the hive.

stirring my heart with her passion.

promising me that my bees would be my love.

forever.


when my time is right--

she promised me a starter hive.

a seed to a great new adventure.


yes.

indeed i am thinking long.

and hard.

on bees.