The Color of Spring

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAPerhaps the most powerful aspect of changing seasons from winter to spring is the burst of color.  Sure, warmer temperatures are nice.  Of course, singing birds add a song to the air.  Yes, growing plants are better than bare branches.  But with spring’s arrival, there is a celebration of color, a parade of pigment, a hoopla of hues.

Reds, blues and greens burst forth where just weeks before there was nothing more than dark browns and grays.

Violet, magenta and yellow expand and blossom with each passing day, replacing a blah background of winter’s sad colorless world.

Of course, with the color comes the work.  However, mowing a few times a week is a small price to pay to have a carpet of green grass return from the dead.  Trimming back expanding branches is no burden when I can spend the evenings lounging in the shade of the Maple’s verdant canopy.  Pulling some weeds in the garden beds is a price well-paid for the beauty of daffodils and tulips that spot the landscape with color.

The rainbow of color never ends in this season I love.  And I am so very grateful.

It’s Spring Again

20140423_182444-PANOLet’s be honest:  It was a really long winter.

Record-breaking snowfall.  Teeth-chatterinly cold.  An unending deep-freeze.  A ever-lasting blast of ice.

It was beginning to feel as if the season of would never end.  Even as the spring daffodils poked their delicate flowers out of the ground and the tulips began to bud, another dose of snow hit Central Indiana with one-last attempt to make its presence known.

Yet, spring eventually poked through: The trees push out new leaves.  The grass turns brilliant green and thick.  The birds collect nesting materials and proclaim the arrival of warmth from high atop spruce perches.  It is glorious.

It is finally spring.  The long winter is over.  We should celebrate.

The White House Buzz

Perhaps the only bees on the plant to have Secret Service Protection.
Perhaps the only bees on the planet to have Secret Service Protection.

My friend, Mac loves bees.  He worries about them in extreme cold.  He frets about them in extreme heat.  He puts out pans of water for them to drink in the summer.  He is frequently called upon to gather wild swarms and is happy to give them a good home whenever possible.  Mac has many, many hives and ensures that each one is located is a place that will provide optimum pollen and plenty of resources to keep them happy all season long.

Because of Mac’s attention to detail, he produces some of the finest honey I’ve ever tasted.  Actually, the bees produce it, not my friend…he just puts it in jars.

The White House Bee Hive
Positioned just alongside the White House Garden, these bees are in the perfect location to hear the latest buzz on happenings in and around the capital.

Mac has opened my eyes to the wide world of bee keeping.  That is probably why I was so excited when I found a bee hive in a most unusual place this past week.

We all know about Mrs. Obama’s garden and while visiting the White House, I saw many people stand at the fence and pose for pictures with the garden in the background.  What they may have missed was the Bee Hive that is positioned in the shade of several trees just a few yards away.  I had no idea that the Obama administration supported bees and was fascinated by the numerous articles and videos that explain this new addition to the White House property.

It seems that this past year, while providing pollination to Mrs. Obama’s garden and the many flowers surrounding the area, the bees were also able to provide over 175 lbs of honey to the White House Kitchen.  That is a lot of honey!

And while I am no apiculturist or even an economist, I’m thinking that the White House may have found a way to reduce the deficit.  At nearly $10 a jar and a few more hives, we could lick (pun intended) this budget problem that is all the buzz (yes, pun intended again) around our nation’s capital.

Put that bee in your bonnet!