Bumblebee Bounty

I went out to the garden, a bit stressed, needing a moment to just sit down and gather my thoughts. The kind of moment where you hope silence will find you—but at first, it didn’t. My mind was a mess of noise: questions, to-do lists, half-remembered dreams, old worries bumping into new ones.

I sighed and looked up, trying to quiet the storm inside. That’s when I saw it—a bumblebee. Its tiny wings, too small for its round, heavy body, fluttered with determination as it moved from flower to flower, gently sipping from the jasmine.

I watched it for a long time. How could something so small carry so much and still be so delicate? It made me smile—the kind of smile that rises not from joy, but from awe, from being reminded of something deeply true. My busy mind paused. My tired thoughts softened.

The bumblebee moved with purpose, but never in a rush. It didn’t question its task. It simply was. Doing what it was meant to do, with grace. The soft wind touched my face, the sky stretched blue above, and the scent of jasmine wrapped around me like a prayer. For a moment, I felt as if I, too, were collecting nectar—soaking it all in, letting it fill me.



Comments

15 responses to “Bumblebee Bounty”

  1. Kathie B.

    Obviously you didn’t get stung. I still remember a painful experience while working in our vegetable garden many years ago, when I inadvertently came too near one of their nests on the ground.

    1. Diogenes

      Oh dear, Kathie. That doesn’t sound like fun.

      A few years ago I was at a bakery that had their windows open. I grabbed breakfast and put my arm on the window ledge where, unbeknownst to me, a couple bees were enjoying a small plate of leftover pastry. I wanted to cry, really. But at 60+ I had to suck it up.

      Anyway, Corey, this is a lovely post and that is a wonderful painting you selected to go with it!

      1. Ouch!!!!

    2. Oh no!

  2. Judy Busch

    Nature heals

    1. It certainly does

  3. Beautiful, dear Corey. 💕

    1. ❤️

  4. Ann of Avondale

    Barefoot and walking on the beautiful beach of Puerto Vallarta, in the early morning, so peaceful and beautiful, then I stepped on a bee and it stung me. I was in pain and couldn’t understand how a bee could exist on the sandy beach. But there it was. Who would have thought? Lesson learned, wear flip flops while walking on the sandy beach.

    1. Beauty has its price 😉 And that had to hurt!

  5. What a sweet story. I always get excited when I see a fat and fluffy Bumblebee. I like you, enjoy having them near, so I can watch them in my flowers. They are gentle and never bother me, they just go about their business floating on the breeze and sipping on the flowers.

  6. Jan Ford

    I needed this today. Thank you Corey for your always inspiring words.
    Love bumble bees. They really just mind their own business and get on with their busy wee lives. Now wasps- that’s a different story!

    1. ❤️

  7. Annafromindiana

    I imagine that little bumblebee —and the blue sky, soft wind and fragrance of jasmine were all a gift of grace in that moment. Your beautiful reflection makes me pause, wonder, how many of those moments are available to me in a day —- and I miss them. Thank you for your “good medicine.”

    1. Thank you! ❤️

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