Bee-Dazzling Buzz!

Do you enjoy collecting anything?

Perhaps you like to collect quotes, buttons, or books?

I collect all of the above.

And, of course, I try to collect my own bee pictures.

By having an organic garden – I am making our place bee friendly.

They love our Japanese Anemones!

Most of the pictures I take are spontaneous shots.

Usually I’ve just popped outside to check the mail or pick a tomato from the greenhouse and then…

When I see some be dazzling buzzing bees – I go back in the house to get my little digital camera.

Insects are such amazingly designed little creatures.

I love the details of their tiny bodies.

When each of our three children were at 8 weeks gestation; they would have been about the size of a bee.

After 12 years of hoping we’d be parents – we got to see our firstborn via ultrasound when he was only 8 weeks from conception.

It was a magical moment.  His tiny arms and legs were clearly visible and waving.

Safely he grew into a 9 lb newborn.

I loved him from the moment that I knew he existed.

Often I think of the unborn when I am observing small creatures in nature.

I choose life in my garden and when my doctor asked me if I wanted prenatal testing, I told her it would be a waste of resources as I was going to choose life regardless.

I am not afraid of special needs people.  My older sister has Downs Syndrome and I love her.  She has gone to heaven ahead of me, thanks to H1N1 – but we’ll meet again.

I hadn’t planned to blog about this part of the “birds and the bees” today. It’s just that this is what I think about when I feel compassion for tiny wildlife – I think about tiny humans who are striving to survive.

I think about how there was a long wait list when we tried to adopt.  I think about how we were accepted by a birth mom to adopt her child and she changed her mind just before the birth and after we had everything set up for “our” baby.

I have no regrets.

Every child is a wanted child.  There is a lineup for them.

So the next time you see a bumblebee – think of the vulnerable unborn. I do.

Bee Blessings ~ Wendy

PS – The young mother who chose us to adopt her unborn child had been encouraged to abort her baby by her own mother.  Once the grandmother realized that her daughter was giving up her baby for adoption instead; she argued that her daughter could not give away her grandchild.  I guess she realized that every child is wanted by somebody… It is an honor to have helped this child (Elizabeth) to have a chance at life!  She is in her twenties now.