The Beekeeper

CHAPTER 9Be Patient

I took my Wednesday morning run by the proximal part of the farm, hoping to see Henry. I took a longer route today, as I wanted to get a good workout in.

This was our day to go fishing. We were not a fishing family. In fact, I was pretty sure we had never gone fishing, as a family, ever. Between running the business and the kids, we just never made time for it.

I thought Tom was OK with it, though. He seemed to enjoy all the girls’ activities with soccer and tennis. They were quite active in sports, which kept him busy. And he still found time to occasionally go golfing.

I wasn't so interested in fishing, but I loved being on the water, so the fishing trip was likely to be more of a boat trip for me. The lake that we were going to was different from the swimming hole, and I thought it would be a nice getaway.

My thoughts about fishing evaporated as I arrived at the sundial and stared into the pasture. I saw the sheep grazing, and they were all bare. They looked refreshed and ready for the summer.

I followed the path past the pasture where I had not ventured before. I arrived at a beautiful garden. Its entrance had one of those bougainvillea arches over a stone path. Bird feeders adorned the trees, and several bird baths were positioned around the garden. I could smell fresh honeysuckle, and the air here seemed crisp. I walked further down the path, and ...