As I stepped outside to feed The Lioness this morning, I heard the very distinctive sound of bees humming. It wasn't just a few; for a moment I was disoriented and thought maybe a huge hive had somehow been built inside our eves. Then I looked across our yard and noticed movement. Hundreds of bumblebees were taking advantage of the dewy morning and harvesting the pollen from the clover flowers that have grown wild across our property after a solid week of rain. In my mind, the sound instantly changed from alarming to soothing. Knowing that bees are going about their business helps to remind me that I should follow suit. Later, a cooling breeze as I was walking Little Brown Dog let me know that nature's heart is still thrumming, despite our mistreatment of her. I hope we, as a people, can go about the busy-ness of living, despite yesterday's anger and hurt. There will be clouds and storms, but isn't it reassuring that nature always gets back to business when they pass?