As I walked up to the door of my apartment building today, I began to hear a sound. I often hear sounds while outside, but this was not the loud sound of traffic or the terrible squeal that comes from the neighbor’s car engine when it is starts up. It was not the neighbor who likes to stand outside and sing while playing his accordion or even the distant sirens of an ambulance headed to the nearby hospital. It was a much more subtle sound than that.
There to the left of the steps you will find potted flowers that my neighbors have meticulously planted and hung about their patio. The bright purple and pink flowers stand out against the deep red of the brick and mortar, providing a much-needed pop of color to the drab exterior of the building. It was from these flowers that the familiar sound was coming.
The sound was a very familiar buzzing. There hovering above the potted plant was a single bee.
I stood there for a few minutes watching. The bee was hard at work as bees tend to be. The bee buzzed from flower to flower doing its bee duty. The bee would hover over a flower, using its legs to collect the flower’s pollen before moving to the next flower.
It was a lovely sight. The bee flitted from flower to flower as if it was a performer in a finely tuned ballet. The grace of the bee was something to behold, a miracle of nature right before my eyes.
I imagined what it must be like for the bee, locating each flower with its compound eyes. It must be quite tedious to spend all day going from flower to the hive then back to a flower over and over. The bee did not seem to mind, though. It knew its job and it was solely focused on getting this job done.
When you think about it, it is amazing the way nature works. Since the beginning of time, this process has taken place. Bees have pollinated and cross-pollinated every species of plant. This does not just benefit the bees, though. This is for the good of the flower and, in turn, good for the entire world. By doing its job, this bee was not just keeping his hive functioning, but keeping thousands of different types of flora and fauna from meeting a very extincty death.
It was hard not to admire the work ethic of this bee. It would have been nice to give the bee a thank you card letting it know how much I appreciate it keeping me alive. Of course, bees cannot read. Besides, he was far too busy helping nature’s continued operation for things such as thank you notes.
Then I remembered something else: bees can sting. Not only that, but bee stings hurt quite a bit. I carefully opened the door and slid inside, hoping I did not disturb the bee.
Nature can be dangerous.