For bees, the flower is the fountain of life;
For flowers, the bee is the messenger of love.
-Kahlil Gibran, poet
This past weekend we headed up to the family cabin in Manning to build a new shed. I was grateful for a nice combination of work and play. We took a break and visited our favourite fishing hole. Every year we are greeted with beautiful wild mountain daisies during our hike to our fishing spot. While the boys were fishing I was chasing bees and hoping to get a good picture. I took many pictures and I was rewarded with one picture that I adore of a bee busy at work. I love watching bees and I’ve been watching them since I was a little girl.
I had an old bench sitting in the back yard that I bought a few years ago. I bought it off some guy on the side of the highway at a country garage sale. He made the benches out of salvaged wood that he took from torn down cabins. He really did a beautiful job and I loved the bench. I left it out in the elements too long and the bench fell apart. Last week I decided to take it apart and paint it all yellow and put it back together. Now if you’re thinking smart and crafty girl – think again. I took it apart quite easily, it literally fell apart as my son and I moved it from the back yard to the front yard. Painting it was no problem once I tore it apart, putting it back together was another story. This is where my husband comes in, he was only too happy to take on the job( if you detect sarcasm you are absolutely correct). My lovely husband put it all back together for me and I have it sitting under the canopy of a beautiful Red Chinese Maple tree amongst the backdrop of glistening yellow Black Eyed Susan flowers and I must say it looks stunning. However, if you come by my house and the yellow bench under the red canopy intrigues you to sit and ponder, I guarantee you will end up on your ass as the bench got a little too weathered while exposed to the elements and most likely will come apart very easily. My husband has more talent than he likes to let on.