It's incredible to me that 30 days can transform a place so completely. And when you're experiencing the transformation for the very first time, it's even more powerful.
How was I to know, back when we signed the rental agreement in cold and blustery March, that a handful of weeks later our front door would be surrounded by blossoms, awash with fragrance, and positively alive with the buzzing and humming of bees? It sounds as if an entire swarm has taken up residence just above our laundry lines. I love it.
The bees are my new best friends. We work cordially alongside each other: I hang my laundry or work in the garden and they gather their nectar- pollinating my pears in the process. It's almost like having someone keep you company while you work outside.
They've even done me the solid of letting me know when it's about to rain. This time of year in Sisian is characterized by dry, pleasant days which are sporadically interrupted by sudden, violent downpours. I don't know where these storms come from- one minute it's beautiful out, and the next you're getting soaked to the bone as rain lashes down on you. Fortunately, my buzzing little friends always know when one of these sudden mountain squalls are coming, and so if I'm attentive enough, the sudden silence from the pear tree which was thrumming and buzzing a moment before usually gives me enough time to get the laundry in off the line before the short but torrential downpour wastes a morning's worth of drying time.
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