Rose Dickson
21 September 2008
1532– 1551 hours
Botanical gardens on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
59 degrees, rainy
Laying in the grass with my eyes closed I become hyper aware of the buzz going on around me. The buzz is not of students, music or transportation; it is the buzzing of bees all around me. The buzzing sound is one every child knows well, and knows to fear. It is an uncomfortable reminder that at any point you may need to jump up and run for your life. I remember being told that bee’s sense fear. Using this information as my guide, I stayed put. I let them freely take there course and I chose not to bother them or let them bother me. As I spent more time listening to their lives pass over me I began to wonder where they all were coming from. Was a hive near by? I wanted to find it! I chose the individual bee that I was determined would lead me back to his home. I followed him through the flowers and around the corner of the gardens. We traveled all the way to sparks field before I realized he was sending me on a wild goose chase. What was this bee even doing, exploring aimlessly? I’m sure he wasn’t going to find anything of interest to him on the turf. Using my better judgment, I let go of my hopes of finding the beehive, and I began to wonder what the everyday life for an individual bee was. How was their day divided between work and play? Was there even the ability for play? Could they even tell a difference? I lose my sense of time as I wonder all these trivial facts. I guess this is what observation journals are for!
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