“Busy as a bee”?
How about, “Snoozy as a bee”?
I love watching bees of all shapes, colors, and sizes buzz around the gardens. In the past year, I’ve learned I enjoy even more the rare moments I observe one at rest.
Perhaps it satisfies a vicarious desire to be able to nestle inside a soft, satiny flower. Perhaps it invokes gratitude for Nature’s reminder that everything needs to recharge, and sometimes, solitarily. Perhaps it graces us with gentle metaphor that lives go fast and slow.
I call the activity apisomnivigilism, a combination of Latinate roots that form the word I define as: “the practice of watching bees sleep.”
When you need a moment of peace, a chance to take a breath, I hope you’ll check back here. Video and photos will be posted at random.