"Drone Comet" painting by Andrew Tyzack
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I have a confession to
make. I love drones. In the world of beekeeping, this type of
adoration is usually reserved for the sexier queens or the industrious
foragers. But for me the big, wide-eyed,
stingless males are the ones that steal my heart.
Freed from the myriad
tasks of maintaining the hive, they spend their days in silent
anticipation. They are the
daydreamers whose singular obsession is
mating with the queen. All of their time
waiting in the hive culminates in an intense mid-air mating with a virgin queen,
only to fall back to earth ripped apart and waiting again, this time for
death.
If they knew this was their fate,
would they still pursue her with such devotion?
Absolutely. And this is why I
love them.
How happy is the
blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"
This is gorgeous. I love your way with words, Jen! You are full of surprises.
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