but there is frost on the ground and the car is iced over. Spring is not that far away but the winter is still gripping the ground. The bees have survived so far and I am thinking of increasing the hives and taking our first honey this year.
These seem small considerations in the world of suffering and I wish they were the considerations of all peoples, everywhere. Not that that is a prayer of any kind. Prayers are the foolish self-medication our brains seem to delight in. The idea that some being cares whether I make honey or not is absurd, my neighbours almost care but could get along if I didn’t.