bumblebees in flight
leather-clad couples rev up
their mating cycles
I live just off a popular scenic drive, which, once the weather turns nice, hums with the buzz of hundreds of born-to-be-wild weekend bikers. Their appearance, like the appearance of the bumblebee or its relative, the honeybee, is a sure sign that spring has sprung in my neck of the woods.
This past weekend was opening season for our transient motorcycle crowd. From my post in the garden, I could hear the bikers ride the wind long before I could see them. I don’t mind their presence. It’s an oddly pleasant, even meditative, though manmade, sound–at least from a distance. Like the sound of the bumblebee circling my tulip tree, the bikers’ rumble makes me smile . . . and reminds me that it’s time to put on some sandals (if not leather chaps and boots) and kick up my heels a little as I enter into a landscape altered by the dizzying buzz of spring.