The sun is shining longer and longer with the summer solstice within reach. The bees are enjoying it and happily buzzing around the flowers in my yard.

They are hard-working females just like me. I admire that they are graceful and strong and work together on their home. They all work together on their hive.

Once again, I am cut off from my work. I lost my job and I want to find another one. The bees have a headquarters that I don’t have.

People have heard that I’m jobless again. They are encouraging and offer sympathy.

“You can take it easy! Maybe you should take the summer off. You don’t have to look for a job right away.”

Once, I had a swarm of bees land in my backyard. It was a terrifying spectacle, hundreds of bees zooming around then landing in a heavy swarm on the nandina bush.

They stayed there all night, eventually leaving the next afternoon. They left wax hexagons on the bush. Even just one overnight stay, they were building a new hive.

Yes. Me and the bees. I am always building something, working on a project or expressing some idea. They do not rest when then are resting.

I felt sad that these bees couldn’t keep building on their start. I didn’t want the bees to live in my backyard, but they had a vision for a day that they could.

When they decided they couldn’t live there, they flew on to find a better spot. They didn’t linger once they made up their hive mind.

They don’t relax when they are on the hunt. 

My cat relaxes. My dog relaxes. 

Bees don’t much. Neither do I.

The backyard bee swarm were not angry. They were on the job of checking out their new surrounding for suitability.

There have been times when on the job hunt, I was agitated and freaked out. I don’t feel that way now.

I feel like the bees again. Looking around and assessing. I’m seeing what different spots have to offer. 

I’d like to lay down sturdy hexagons that will last.