Hum.

Its a hum.

Definitely a hum.

Not a buzz.

Buzz is for busyness.

The kind of hum that's almost electric. Like a fridge running at 3am in your dark kitchen. No one is awake, not even the mice.

Not the hum of a ac unit outside of an industrial building in the city. No not that kind of hum at all.

the hum of atmosphere after a storm has passed....
Yah, after the storm.

A hum.



I was able to go to the bee yard this morning, while Reveille took her morning snooze.  I needed to feed them (long over due) and just see them.  The bee's are medicine for my soul. And even though I was in a rare mood yesterday- and telling David I didn't even have the gumption to go take care of the bee's. I knew I needed too.  Like having to take cough medicine when you have a cold. Its gross to swallow down but the relief is instant....

So out I went, to bring bags of sugar water, and as soon as I opened the first hive I heard the hum.
Relief.
Instant.

Even the chickens seem to stop and listen.

Which they did.

The bees were as expected (+a few hive beetles).  They were full and bored. Hot and in the hive.  But oh so sweet in this early morning.


I am soothed.