All abuzzPosted: September 24, 2009
(126: Hide and seek. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
As you may have guessed, I have been feeling more than a little blah and blue lately, finding it difficult to get excited about much of anything including my photography. I realize it’s understandable and normal. It’s also frustrating in a way as the lack of energy and ambition has led to a further lack of energy and ambition and that, my friends, leads me to a messy house. Depressing.
Yes, yes, yes, I know. Honestly, I do. I know that a messy house is not the end of the world (a favorite phrase of Mom’s — “it’s not the end of the world”). I will not go to my grave regretting that I didn’t spend more time cleaning. It’s just… clutter and mess are not conducive to bringing me up and out of the blahs and blues. A disorganized house, for me, is a disorganized mind. They feed on each other, creating a cycle of clutter and depression. It’s about getting things under control although why I think things need to be under control is beyond me.
So yesterday I gave up on control and energy and ambition. I ignored my to-do list. I watched Dancing With the Stars on Hulu. That cheered me up a little. The bizarreness of their “star” choices is too funny. Tom Delay?? Good grief.
Then I stepped outside for a little while, bringing the camera along with me to take a picture of some flowers that my sister-in-law sent. I thought she might like to see them. My intention was to snap the shot, put the camera back in the house, and maybe wander around outside for a little while. I started out well. I took the photo of the pot of flowers. And then I got distracted by a low hum coming from the wildflower meadow. With camera in hand, I walked over to see what all the humming was about.
The meadow is buzzing with bees. All sorts of bees. Honey bees, bumble bees, and carpenter bees were the three I was able to identify with some degree of (un)certainty. There are so many bees that their hum and buzz is almost carried up into the house. One giant of a bee attracted my attention and the next thing I knew, I had all but forgotten to be blah and blue while I followed the bee around the goldenrod.
It was a lovely respite.