The Sweet Seasons
By Melanie Knapp
There are bees that have to rest for the winter. Some of them lose their lives after the summer season. They probably become next year’s flying butterflies or the dandelion fluff the blows in the wind or the leaves that flutter down from the trees.
It’s sad to see the bees go. Perhaps it reminds of myself trying to pollinate the flowers and make them full of their own goodness. It’s tiring and I don’t really want to go away to become dandelion fluff nor do want to sleep all winter. But a little sleep is good. The bumble bee reminds me of the rest it needs. I remember the rest I need. And as I write I rest and let the words nicely and evenly pour out onto the page. To make pretty designs of sentences and words as they fill up paragraphs and sentences of poetically sleeping words.
It’s the butterflies that I’ll also really miss. Some butterflies go from caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly. Some butterflies or only alive for a month. Some butterflies love the buttercup milk pods…and they come back to see them in the spring. Some butterflies leave us with a feeling of peaceful fluttering.
Even the Sanctuary at the conservatory is quieter in the winter. They realize as it is winter they conserve their strength and sit for long hours of stillness. They don’t socialize as much or flutter as much. There colours even rest so they aren’t so bright. But sometimes…. Just sometimes there are a few butterflies that dance around and look so pretty. It’s nice to see them.
The great things about winter are that in some places snow is called by many different names. Each day looks different with a different type of snow. It’s as if there was grass and each day it had a new hairdo. Once we know this winter looks different each day. I think this winter I’ll try and name some of the different types of snow and be curious as to what they are.