Hear
When we got home from hiking today, after spending seven long miles together moving in an open space of quiet and solitude that brought me right back around to myself, the bees were feeding, making a ruckus. It’s one of my favorite sounds of summer, a song of plenty. They are so focused on the flowers that you can stand right in the middle of them, feeling them brush up against you from time to time, and have no fear.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
Wow! They’re really going. I get happy every time I see them feeding in the yard. The world-wide numbers are dwindling, and that’s way no good for the planet.
I know what you mean, it makes me so happy that we can do our part by feeding them.