All the while as I harvest, the bees are buzzing around the flowers, and we harvest together. They are busy working and I am, too, both following an instinctual script written inside of us. I have no fear and enjoy their music. I remember as a child a hedge of rhododendrons that lined the walk to the front door of my house, where there was a small pond nestled in the landscaping. I was frightened of the bees and remember being scared to get to the pond, but forced myself to run past quickly so I could visit the bullfrog that lived in the pond. I remember feeling like the bees were my enemies; maybe I got stung and associated that pain with them? I didn’t see them as helpers. Now things are different, and we work side by side. As I look at the purple loosestrife in front of me, there are patches where they are buzzing away, gathering pollen. I move to the next patch, and there they are again, getting to the flowers before me! I walk over to another area, letting them do their thing. Later I come back to that spot and see the bees have moved on, and I take that time to harvest just what I need. I feel so in tune with the natural system around me, I feel a part of it. I am nourished deeply.