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  • Writer's pictureelenaburan

Apollinaria and the Bees

Spring had arrived. Huge red roses bloomed on magnolia bushes. And huge pink lilies bloomed on other trees. Yellow clusters of mimosa were also still visible here and there in home gardens. Bees appeared.

Apollinaria saw a bee on a flower. No one had explained to the bees where to fly and what to do. But the bees knew it themselves. And this fact always amazed Apollinaria. She watched the bee and tried to imagine how the bee woke up in the spring and, feeling an urge to fly somewhere, found flowers through the air and distance, inside of which pollen and nectar awaited it. In reality, it seemed like a miracle. It was unlikely that anyone encouraged the bee not to be lazy. Nor did anyone demand the bee to be brisk and cheerful. Instead, the bee did everything right according to bee behavioral rules, and always got enough nectar, also doing useful work for the flowers by pollinating them.

Why are there always so many flowers? It seems that there are more flowers than bees to pollinate them. Flowers bloomed generously and actively, although no one forced them to bloom. They just did it. They looked beautiful and smelled good. "How do people know what scent is good, or what is considered beautiful," Apollinaria thought.

Meanwhile, the bee busily climbed into the very thicket of the flower's stamens and fiddled with something with its paws. It was all covered in pollen. "It probably feels happy to have found so much tasty stuff," Apollinaria thought. The bee busied itself inside the flower, emerged outside, fluttered its front paws, and, flapping its wings, flew away. No one told the bee when it had enough or not enough nectar, when to finish pollinating the flower; it just did it. And it was beautiful and sweet. "Maybe, one needs to be a bit like a bee in life and find flowers that will keep one busy with pleasant work," Apollinaria thought.


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