Yesterday I was walking across our block in the country and was attracted by intensely loud buzzing sounds coming from some shrubs I had planted a few years back as small saplings. Now these shrubs are two metres high and the same wide, and currently they have a fabulous array of red flowers on them. On close inspection I saw that this was where the buzzing noise was coming from – bees! ….. hundreds and hundreds of them, all enjoying the flowers and the pollen within. There are four of these shrubs, and each one was alive with bees.
Waking further around the block a similar scene was to be found on many of the shrubs and trees which were flowering, in particular my beautiful lavender which I love and is everywhere. These tiny creatures had clearly flown miles to get here, and were busy, busy, busy doing what bees do. I liked the sound. It is a sound of the country, it is a sound of nature going about it’s work, it is a sound of life.
The beauty of nature is not just in the beautiful sunsets, or the gorgeous colours of a flower garden. It is not just in the deep blue sky or the deep blue ocean. The beauty of nature can also be found in the sounds. The sound of those bees, the sound of the bird cacophony making ready for the day ahead or the evening to come, the sound of the crashing waves as the mighty ocean goes about it’s business.
When in the country I love to sit on the verandah at sunset, listening as the light and the sounds change. The day settles down into night, and into the silence which brings a contemplative beauty of its own.
Flying is big business. Holidays are big business, and everyone enjoys a break, a chance to renew strength, a chance to marvel at new and exciting surroundings. Too often though we simply fail to see and appreciate the wonderful things around us here at home. The country, the ocean,the bush, the deserts all have their own special beauty. Maybe it is better not to spend so much time longing to fly away that we fail to enjoy what we have.