Sunday, June 9


On Sunday my mother and I went to visit an urban beekeeping event. Now that she’s getting older, my mother suddenly discovered she’s in love with bees. The beekeeping event took place in a small forest, next to a highway and a local restaurant. There was a lady selling candles and hand cream, next to a wooden picnic table where some families were having lunch. When we asked her if she could sell us honey she said no, spring had been a cold season, so the bees ate their own honey, which I guess made sense. We sat in the garden, watching the bees and the flowers, feeling the sun on our skin. And I knew that this was all I wanted: just to look at the world, see its beauty, know that I’m a part of it.