I should be working, lord knows there’s a lot of work to do (though I am seeing a light at the end of this particular tunnel) but while I was on the phone with a very nice woman about things that seem very complicated when you’re trying to explain them but aren’t all that complicated when you actually start to do them, the sun was shining on my face and Lola the showgirl was soaking up the sun right along with me — and sighing contentedly, though also shaking her head because her ear still hurts.
Along with the sun, there was a bee. A very large bee. Buzzing happily in my face and trying to slip up the sleeve of my jacket(s) — I am still wearing two jackets, though have moved to only one pair of pants.
A bee.
I remember when I found bees bothersome. Back when they were plentiful and weren’t in danger of becoming extinct. Back when I lived in the south or in very warm countries when bees were constant, not seasonal.
Now though, I love bees enough to feel just a wee bit of hope at the first bee of the season.
It might have been snowing this morning, on the first day of spring, but now… there is one bee buzzing in my backyard and just enough sunshine to make me feel a tiny bit of hope. Just a tiny bit.
Maybe spring really is here. Or almost here? I’ll take that, for now, and be happy.