If spring is anything, it’s a season of sounds: Life-kickin’-into-gear sounds, back-in-the-kitchen-cookin’ sounds, hold-onto-your-britches-here-we-go-again sounds.
Out of the dark and silent wings of winter onto the bright and rowdy stage of spring, every doo-dah in creation spouts their lines: their chirps, chirrups, cheeps, clicks, clacks and clucks. All the world around you swings into a get-down-and-boogie jam session of bleats, whinnies, moans, yawns, honks, tweets, twitters, chitters, chatters, binks, bongs and booms.
Thunderstorm crackle and cricket click, whoosh of sprightly breeze and splash of feeding fish, woodpecker’s hungry drum roll and squirrel’s angry (or is it horny?) chatter – it’s all part of spring’s grand, goofy and glorious cacophonous cha-cha.
But, if there is one sound which defines spring – one basso continuo which underscores and accompanies all robin recitals, cicada click and groundhog grunt, it’s the buzz. As in, bumblebee buzz. Honeybee buzz. Nectar-sucking, stamen-tickling, pistil-licking, pollen-toting and honey-making buzzing bees. Now, of course, bees are not the only buzzers in the band; but they’re the ones who show up early. Wasp, mosquito, yellow-jacket, house-, horse- and dragonfly buzz are part of the concert; but they make their entrance later. Summer-time buzzers they be.
And when you consider the astounding changes and transformations that bees pull off – not the least of which is their integral part in the food chain – it ain’t no wonder that them little boogers get the Sound of Spring Award.
Bees are the major pollinators of 130 important crops and, according the U.S. Department of Agriculture, are responsible for the fertilization and pollination of 75% of flowering plants around the world. Thirty percent of what we humans eat comes from plants pollinated by insects; and 80% of these plants are pollinated by bees.
Think about it: these tiny buzzers spend every daylight moment moving from blossom café to bloom saloon, slurping up the sweetest elixirs in the neighborhood with the sole intent of buzzing back home and whipping up a pantry packed with sweet goo juice. And in the process of this nectar-quest, they tickle the innards of every flora fatale, and that seductive sweetie ever-so-cleverly powders those little buzzing bodies and booties with a pollen love potion which turns those nectar-suckers into flying fertility machines. And every petal port at which they drop anchor from then on will be knocked up by those buzzing stud-muffin sailors.
Bees are all about transformation. They are the Monarchs of Metamorphoses. The Emperors of Exchange. The Potentates of Permutation. Picture bees as buzzing muses whose job it is to call all budding, blossoming beings into a sweet and fertile dance of life. Do bees have stingers? Oh, yeah! Ain’t no agent of transformation which can’t inflict some pain. Are bees everywhere? You betcha! Transformation has never been something that only happens here or there. Even with the declining bee population, they’re still everywhere – transforming the world.
Now, transformation is never static. ‘Twould be contrary to the nature of Lady Transformation to pull up a chair and set a spell. Transformation is a gypsy who keeps her dancing shoes on and her wagon wheels greased. Nor does the good Lady offer her services to only a few. She’s everywhere. All the time. You and the world around you are right now buzzing with fertile newness. ‘Tis the season. ‘Tis the way things work.
So the question you might well ask yourself is, “What’s the buzz? What’s changing in my life right now? What’s getting fertilized and cross/fertilized so I can bring seeds and fruits of newness, growth and grace into this world?”
Whether you know it or not, or course, you’re doing a little buzzing of your own. You’re changing the world around you even now as you buzz through your day. So, let’s get a good buzz on and bring some beauty and sweetness for all to enjoy.