Honey Bee Geeze Louise Talks Climate Changes

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Honey Bee

Geeze Louise Talks

Climate Changes?

By

Phebe Ava Spiller

 

Can a Single Honey Bee

Teach Humans

About Climate Changes?

 

According to

Geez Louise,

She believes

She can . . .

 

 

 Honey Bee Teach Geeze Louise

Talks Climate Changes  © 2018 by

Phebe Ava Spiller;

PO Box 471 Curtis MI  49820-0471

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including on all social media, email or websites without express written permission from the author, except in the context of reviews.

 

 

To make a prairie

it takes a clover

and one bee,

one clover and a bee,

and reverie;

the reverie alone will do,

if bees are few.

~Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

To: Emma,

 

A real child of

nimble mind and

infinite curiosity.

 

 

 

 

The beehive near the grassy knoll was

buzzing with more than the usual business

of honeybees at work producing honey.

This buzz was about a little bee girl named

Louise but already her words and behavior

wasn’t like all the other new-generation bees of this current season.

She was so different and said things so

shocking that she already had a nickname

from all the times her bee-peers would be

left speechless except their response of:

“Geeze, Louise!”And that’s how she

became known as Geeze Louise.

From sunrise to sunset, Geeze Louise

was out of the hive and off exploring, instead

of gathering like the other bees, hard at work  collecting nectar from spring blossoms, dandelion flowers and pollen from wild flowers in the meadow.

She did enough of her share of gathering pollen and bringing it back to the hive that no one could outright complain about her

slacking off from the shared responsibilities

of the hive; it was just—just that she didn’t

act like an ordinary bee.

Even before she emerged from the larvae stage, her energy and movements created a stir and provoked comments from the drone class of worker bees like: “now that one will be a going concern, just wait and see” and another:

 “I wonder what kind of

Bee got in her bonnet.”

When she did emerge, she was perfectly stunning in her beauty as a little bee-girl but she had a look in her eyes that made

the rest of the hive wonder what she was

seeing or  looking at.

It wasn’t long after she discovered

flying outside that she began to talk

about things she was seeing out there

and what she shared was creating a lot

of uncomfortable silences instead of the

discussions she’d been hoping for.

“Where do you come up with these

wild ideas” her bee-aunts would ask?

“Bees are not meant to be thinkers-

their job is to fetch pollen for the hive

to make honey – so we have food to

eat this winter,” they would drone on

and on.

Geeze Louise would listen to them but

then fly away again to observe more of

the strange changes she was noticing

in Mother Nature’s world.

As more and more questions piled up inside her fuzzy head than she found answer for, she started flying further away from the hive.

One day, she saw a human sit down on a bench in the garden near her meadow hive

and something he held in his hands was

reflecting sunlight in a way that captured

her attention. She buzzed over to investigate

and found a branch of white apple blossoms

to land on.

She carefully crept towards the end of the branch so she could have a closer look and

also didn’t want to scare the human off with

her bee-buzz. Finally, she was right above

the human’s shoulder and hid under the petals

of a blossom where she could then focus her

 

attention and some of her wondrous eyes on

what this human was holding.

As her eyes focused on this object, it seemed like marks were crawling across an image some-what like a pond of water. Slowly those marks became words and even though she didn’t know bees couldn’t read, those words began to make sense, and even

seemed to be offering partial answers to some of the questions in her bee-mind.

She became so interested in those words that she forgot to hold on to the branch and fell down, right on that pond-like image.

The human was so startled it dropped the object into the grass and ran off screaming.

Geeze Louise caught herself in mid-fall and gracefully buzzed herself through a few loops and headed back to the hive. 

 

Back at the hive, she made her way down deep inside to the chamber where Queen Bee lived.

Queen Bee had just laid a large brood of

bee-eggs and was rather tired and wanting

a nap when Geeze Louise  burst into her

chamber and started chatting loudly and

with great concern.

Queen Bee, wake up !

I have something really important to ask you about. I don’t know anyone else who might have access to the collective wisdom of creatures or understand some of the questions I have.

“Geeze Louise,” sighed Queen Bee. “I am rather tired but make it quick, child, maybe I can give you some answers.”

Queen Bee, have you heard about the climate cycle that wipes out most of the crops around the world, how did bees survive?

 

“Geeze Louise,” she scolded, “you are something else!  Why can’t you just be an ordinary bee, like the rest of my bee-children? Why are you bothered by something that may never happen in your lifetime?

 But I can give you the name of

the climate cycle you are worried about, even

though I don’t think its happening. There have been more serious times when weather calamities happened during what’s

 

called: ‘A Grand Solar Minima’[i] but this isn’t

anything for you to be worried about”

But, Queen Bee, I’m seeing things out in

Mother Nature’s world that are not like what

we were taught in nursery school, there

are changes and they scare me. I want to know

if there is something I can do that might help avert that really big solar thing killing all the crops.

 

 

“Child !” Queen Bee said sharply.

 “I do have wisdom genes that hold ancient knowledge of such things really happening but one little bee could not avert anything ! You don’t have that kind of power!

Now go away and just be a bee!

I need a long nap.” She closed her eyes,

turned over and began to snore softly.

Geeze Louise, crawled out of the Queens chamber and went to her own sleeping cell in the beeswax and crept in head first.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Queen Bee had answered her big question but she was feeling hurt and sad by the tone and words of Queen Bee to her; and a tear plopped out of one eye.

Well, she told herself, enough of that or someone will be saying I’m just a big cry-

bay-bee, maybe I’ll just sleep on it, she thought.

Near sunrise, the hive began

its morning hum as the bees woke

and began going about their days work.

Geeze Louise was awake but for once, she

wasn’t up and out, she was thinking. “Just

be a bee” she grumbled to herself. I can’t

help being hatched a bee that thinks and can

read and who has eyes in her head! There is something going on out there that looks

like what those words were telling me, about changes I’m seeing in the crops and how the moon and stars are in different places than what I saw in our nursery school science labs. And it looks like more than a normal solar cycle to me. I wish I knew more about that Solar Minima-thing, Queen Bee mentioned and that I saw in those words I read on that pond-like thing. I know I can’t stop the changes I see, so why would I find out about this—bee or not! It doesn’t make sense, why me? Why a bee?

Why can’t I just fly off nimbly-wimbly and follow the drift and scent of pollen? Why does my bee heart hurt when I think about this beautiful planet not having crops or flowers for us bees to make honey with?

Don’t humans know about how bees help cross-pollinate plants so they will produce the green beans and corn and fruit they eat?

Queen Bee told me, without saying so, that her ancient wisdom knows this is real and it has happened before. So how do bees and other earth creatures live through extreme climate changes that one of these grand solar

minima- thing brings?  Geeze!

How does my brain even come up with words like this? It wears me out and I’m going back to sleep. And she did.

But as she slept, she dreamed of a little

bee-girl flying and bringing a message written on the petals of flowers that she dropped beside animals and humans. This bee-girl had a mission, to drop this message to as many

creatures as she could, hoping just one

would read it, and start some action to divert

some kind of disaster. Then she woke up.

While still drowsy from the deep sleep she had been in, her little bee-heart was humming with happiness.

Because I am a bee, She thought, I can  find flower petals to write a message on and because I can fly, I can drop these petal-messages everywhere!

All it would take to start change, is for one creature to read the message and take it

seriously. Something like this is within my

 

power to do: “to be or not to bee” she giggled

to herself.

Now, she began to wonder about a way to write a message on flower petals that would stick long enough for someone to read it.

Lost in her thoughts, she backed out of her sleeping cell and bumped right into another

 bee.

“Geeze Louise, Look where you’re going

child, this crawl-space is not your own yoga

 

pad. My legs are heavy with pollen and I must

get them unloaded.”

Sorry! Geeze Louise muttered, crawling back into her cell while the other bee passed, then more carefully backed herself out and left the hive. She needed to fly around and look for

ideas about how to write a message and what

 that message might be.

As she flew near the garden and saw the bench where the human had been sitting,

 

an idea began to form and the words seemed to come from Mother Nature herself: 

Climate Alert!

Yes, she thought, bold red letters for the headline and something like this on a sign:

Weather Patterns Are

Changing and We Need

To Bee Talking About Them!

So many words were now tumbling around in her mind that she wished for some

paper to write on and realized there were too many words to fit on flower petals. She was also beginning to feel some anxiety as she

remembered the words of Queen Bee:

“One little bee isn’t enough to

get a message out.”

It was all too much, in that moment, so she began to gather pollen and take it to the hive. On her trips in and out, her silence was so out of character that some of her bee-peers tried to tease her into a verbal response and when that didn’t work, some of her bee-aunts began to worry.

“Are you sick,” they asked? “Or did you brush up against some plants with poison

 on them?”

Not sick, muttered Geeze Louise , unless worry can make you sick, she quipped, with more of her usual zip and sass.

“Well, buzz off then,” they replied and returned to their busy work.

 

Geeze Louise felt irritated at them and herself, as she flew back out into Mother Nature’s world. At least I can breathe out here without somebody making comments about me, she grumped to herself.

But soon, the spring beauty brought out her amazing curiosity again and she was off to

explore some nook and cranny she hadn’t

seen yet.

This flight took her past the meadow, across the nearby garden and into a space where yellow blossoms speckled a wide area of short green grass. She didn’t know this was called a lawn but as she feasted on the butter-like pollen of the flowers, she remembered that these flowers were dandelions.

She ate until she became drowsy and curled up inside a leaf of this plant and fell asleep.

She woke up, startled, when a human voice spoke near her ear. “Wake up, little bee,” she heard.

Slowly opening one of her eyes, Geeze Louise found herself looking right into a humans eye and it frightened her so much, she squeezed all her eyes shut, her little bee-heart pounding.

“I won’t hurt you, I like bees,” she heard softly. “I know that if I don’t hurt you, then you won’t hurt me,” the voice continued. “I wish you

could hear me and I could have a bee for a

pet. I wouldn’t put you in a cage, just let you

crawl on my hand. Maybe – somehow - we

could write love messages to each other.”

Messages?  Geeze Louise said out loud, startling the human child and herself.

“You heard me?” exclaimed the child, excited. “What’s your name?” she asked.

It’s Geeze Louise; she answered, and then asked, what’s yours?

“Emma is my name, and I’m so happy we can understand each other. I’ve wanted a pet-bee my whole life!” she exclaimed.

 

Your people might think that’s a pet-peeve, instead, Geeze Louise said pertly. And both started laughing, already best buddies.

After a week or so of getting to know each other better and practicing how to write

messages on Emma’s hand, they started

 asking each other more questions. 

Geeze Louise, asked Emma what she knew about food production (thinking the subject of a grand solar minima was too far-out to bring up first.)

“I have an aunt who is a beekeeper,” replied Emma.” When we’re together our families talk about the way food is grown and the threat to bees from all the chemicals being

used in so many ways. Bees not only cross-

pollinate species so they continue to grow

harvests, they help keep species healthy which

means our future food is healthy.

Without some big changes in how our food is grown, the bees will die off, the food and soil get more poisoned, climate changes get worse which means less food is grown.

It’s a big problem, my family says.”

Wow!  said Geeze Louise , that is really helpful information, and some I hadn’t heard before. Have you heard about a specific kind of climate change called “A Grand Solar Minima,” she asked?

“I know solar means sun,” answered Emma, “do you mean global warming instead?”

 

No, replied Geeze Louise. Global warming is part of the grand solar maximum that we just went through, leading us into the cycle of grand solar minima we are beginning to experience now.

When the sun’s strength is at its peak, inter-stellar light (radiation) doesn’t penetrate earth’s magnetosphere, but when the respective cycles of sun and earth get weaker - we enter into a Grand Solar Minima cycle – where more UV rays reach the planet through our weakening magnetosphere.

This heats and cools up the oceans and the land, changes wind currents, brings extreme weather which kills crops, the growing regions change, people and animals migrate to more habitable areas to avoid starvation, or thirst, or disease.[ii]

And bees, she went on, can’t do their job either. That’s why I want to get a message out, while there is still time to make some changes and avert a bigger disaster.

“My turn, for a Wow,” said Emma! “I too, want to get a message out, about how important bees are for our food, but I didn’t know we were also facing this scary minima thing. Maybe we can help each other get the word out? I can see it now, the headline on a newspaper:

 

One child & One Bee

“Stop Starvation”

by alerting the

Public to Prepare!

“We would have our socks laughed off,”

 giggled Emma.

Can’t you just see me, laughed Geez Louise, flying up to some human’s ear,

“Psst--message for you.”

“Swat, buzz off, pesky thing, that’s what

you would get,” Emma added, still giggling.

Emma, being as persistent in her own way as Geeze Louise , said, “there has to be a way to combine our heart-messages and get them delivered, like when an Emergency Alert is activated and many people read the message,”

What’s an Emergency Alert, asked Geeze Louise?

 

“It’s an electronic emergency message that will flash information to alert people to danger,” explained Emma.

Where do people see these messages? inquired Geeze Louise . I know nothing about this electronic stuff.

“No worries,” said Emma, “I’ll ask my big brother about this message system. He’ll find a book to share with me or look up information on his tablet. He’s an electronic whiz.”

 

Okay, my friend Emma, see you soon, said Geeze Louise, as she flew off into the twilight, and home to her sleeping cell. She was exhausted from thinking so much.

Several days later, the two friends met at the bench between the garden and the meadow to share updates with each other.

My auntie told me something really cool,” Emma started off with,

“For every third or fourth bite

of human food, thank a bee.”[iii]

That’s how important bees really are,” she exclaimed! “That means bees staying alive is very important for humans to have food and your message about crop failures during one of these Grand Solar Minima cycles, means we could all be in trouble—not just the bees.”

Here is a great line for our first message, then, said Geeze Louise:

“If the bee disappears

From the face of the earth,

Man would have no more than

Four years to live.”

~Albert Einstein

“That’s really serious,” gasped Emma, “and it almost made me forget what else I need to tell you,” she went on, “my brother found how those emergency alert messages are sent out to all cell phones that are connected across our nation. That means many people could read the words you and I create in a message.”

“A Single bee and a Little Girl” chanted Geeze Louise. We can do this part and then someone else can do the next bigger part, like put the message out there using the World Wide Web.

“And,” interrupted Emma, the bigger piece of action we can’t do ourselves, someone else will know how to do,” she said.

In a hive, Geeze Louise, went on to explain, one bee can’t make a hive or even a drop of honey. Different kinds of bees each do a different task but the end result is a hive of honey. And it only takes one season for the hive to make this honey before winter comes.

“What if human’s worked together like this,” mused Emma, “with all their skills, information and ability for action, a solution would evolve, I believe. And it wouldn’t have to take years, either.”

We don’t have years, commented Geeze Louise. Bees use the present season to prepare for the coming winter and that’s how they can produce volumes of honey in such a short time. What about this banner to start our message mission out with:

Bee a Reader!

“That’s a good start,” Emma said, “We need to follow that with some words that really

grab people’s attention, maybe something like”:

Does Eating

Matter to You?

That grabs my attention, said Geeze Louise, and it’s good to present some questions rather than a headline that might scare people.

 

Yes,” agreed Emma, “We want to inspire some meaningful actions towards change, like an alert, to. . .  wait, what about this, using the words: Nature Alert. There is stuff on the news about climate change and global warming, but we want our message to stand out!”

Well, replied Geeze Louise, let’s try writing some of our headline ideas out, and then you tell me what it might look like on that electronic thing.

“Here is a science book my brother found at the Library,” said Emma, “our message has science in it and behind it and we want it taken seriously, let’s look for some ideas in here.”

After moments of silence and page turning, Emma asked: “do you get any of this?”

No, answered Geeze Louise, it’s too complicated for my fuzz-brain. Let’s just try writing some headlines like we wrote letters on your hand.

Keeping it simple usually works best anyway.

“Here are the ideas we have, so far,” said Emma: Climate Alert, Weather Alert, Nature Alert, wait, what about this one:

“Bee-Alert.”

Hey, I like that, said Geeze Louise, and if we add a bee picture as part of the headline it would look like the message was coming from a bee! But I don’t want to leave you out of the message.

“Oh, I’ll help you with the words,” replied Emma, “and that means I’m included too,” as the two friends proceeded to design a message board for submitting to the electronic message system, or the internet as it is also called, coming up with this one:

Bee—Alert!

Extreme Weather Destroys

Crops and Will Send Food

Prices Higher Before Winter.

 

Let’s work on more Bee-Alerts, suggested Geeze Louise, so they are ready to be—bee posted, it’s your turn Emma, she encouraged, you too, have good ideas.

“Okay, this is another point my auntie shared with me and it’s also important to know,” said Emma. “I’m just going to write the words, we can put it on the internet alert later:”

 

 

 

Bee-Alert!

The food on grocery shelves

today does not contain as much

nutrition as it used to.[iv]

What? exclaimed Geeze Louise, you mean you would have to eat a lot more food to get the same nutrition?

“I guess so,” said Emma. “I hadn’t thought of it like that, but it’s what Auntie told me she’s read.”

 

Nutrition, said Geeze Louise, starts in the soil and back in the Dust Bowl era, three  years in a row - and also during a Grand Solar Minima - we lost tons of topsoil from the Midwest growing area. Over two days alone, in May 1934, a huge dust storm swept 350 million tons of topsoil from the Great Plains to the eastern seaboard.  It is no wonder the soil that was left couldn’t provide much nutritional content![v]

 

“That is a lot of dirt,” said Emma, “and probably why my Granny talked about the “Great Black Blizzard” she went through.

I almost don’t want to bring up the subject now of the Grand Solar Minima, more

glum news isn’t my idea of inspiration, said

Geeze Louise.

“We don’t have to make it glum,” replied Emma. “What if we put our messages out there as if they were seeds of hope instead”, she asked? 

Oh, that’s even better, smiled Geeze Louise, I love that idea and it would put the action piece right into the hands of people who could start making changes in where their food comes from.

“What are you thinking,” asked Emma?

I’m thinking, replied Geeze Louise, there is a great solution to having good food and growing healthy food - both -during The Grand Solar Minima cycle.

 

“But how?” asked Emma, perplexed.

By growing your own, answered Geeze Louise, in some kind of protected space not affected by the extreme weather events that this Grand Solar Minima can bring. And here is another alert we can write:

Bee-Alert!

Growing More or All

Of Your Own Food

In Your Backyard

Will Save You Money

 

“How extreme do you think a Grand Solar Minima can get,” asked Emma thoughtfully, “What else do you know about this weather cycle?”

It’s actually a grand solar cycle, said Geeze Louise,  that has the effect of extreme weather on the planet, like documented events of large hail, high winds, tornados in odd places, bigger storms, more hurricanes, weather changing from drought to flooding in the same crop regions, colder winters and hotter summers.[vi]

“I don’t know of any kind of structure,” protested Emma, “that would protect anyone or anything from extreme changes like that, do you,” she asked?

Well, I did see a picture of something, replied Geeze Louise that could not only withstand these weather extremes but was designed to grow food crops inside, where the conditions could be adjusted and managed. And it sounded affordable too, giving a family big savings on their overall food costs.

It would mean that people who choose to switch from buying all their food to growing most or all of their food would need to get going on making this change sooner than later, before growing conditions around the world get worse, or while they could still get the components to build a greenhouse garden in their backyard.

 

“Tell me,” urged Emma, “what kind of structure are you talking about?”

It’s a domed greenhouse, rather than a hoop style or the older frame-built ones. The dome is the strongest structure there is and when covered with shade cloth and a special greenhouse film that blocks UV rays, and when a bio-intensive growing method is used, this structure can grow crops inside, year-round, and is largely protected from most extreme weather events.

“Well, I never,” said Emma, almost speechless, “How do we put all that in a short message,” she asked?”

I really like how one scientist explained the reasoning behind a Grand Solar Minima occurring, said Geeze Louise; he thought that when the sun goes into a hibernation phase, it sends a lot less heat to the earth resulting in extreme weather conditions and temperature swings.[vii]

 

“Now,” said Emma, “your talk of temperature swings, makes sense to me. When, asked Emma, was the last time one of these Grand Solar Minima’s occurred?”

There is a chart, answered Geeze Louise, made by scientists that show several of these longer sun cycles, with one of the worst ones beginning in the middle of the 17th century. And interestingly enough, The Great Depression occurred during one of these longer solar cycles.

“Couldn’t we post this chart as a Bee-Alert,” asked Emma, and do you know of other quotes we could put with it?”

Good idea, my friend, said Geeze Louise. The same scientist that used the

word hibernation for this cycle also noted that it was “caused by a repeating 200 year cycle of the sun,”  and that history shows a correlation in extreme weather events during these cycles.[viii]

This is what the chart[ix] looks like, she went on:

Bee-Alert!

Maunder Minimum1645 - 1715

Dalton Minimum1790 - 1820

Glassberg Minimum  1880 - 1914

Modern Maximum1914 – 2007

“damage [from extreme weather events]

to the world's agricultural systems will

be sufficient to create conditions that

could lead to the world's worst

subsistence crisis in recorded history.

This same food crisis occurred

during the last hibernation”[x]

“There are some really old dates on this chart,” exclaimed Emma! “What does the ‘Maximum’ mean, a time when weather was hotter”?

The chart, explained Geeze Louise , goes back even further than these dates and yes, ‘Maximum’ cycles of hotter temperatures, but also with some extreme weather swings as

 

the cycles change, are recorded. It’s quite complex with lots of other science facts too.

“But we,” said Emma,” want out messages to alert and inspire people to get ready for changes in food supply and quality, by growing more or most of their food in their own backyards, right?”

That’s right, responded Geeze Louise, and we-bee’s staying alive will help quality and quantity of food happen. In the description of that domed greenhouse, I read where mesh panels can be put into the sides, so bees can go in and out! How cool is that!

I think,” shared Emma, “we need to wrap up this thinking session and get our messages to my brother, who will then pass them on to be put out on the internet. How shall we combine the bees and growing your own food into one last message,” she asked?

How about this: said Geeze Louise ,

 

Bee-Alert

If you love good food

And want to save bees

You can do both by

Growing your own food

At home and giving them

A way to do their job and

They give back with honey

Saving you much money

While you also help feed

Your family and share

The extra with neighbors.

 

 

Endnotes

 

[i]  www.lunarplanner.com/magnetosphere

[ii]  www.lunarplanner.com/weather

[iii] Save the Bees - Greenpeace USA https://www.greenpeace.org

 

 

[iv] https://www.soils4teachers.org/lessons-and-activities/teachers-guide/soil-formation

[v] www.scientificamerica.com/article/soil-depletion-and-nutrition-loss

 

[vi] ibid

[vii] John Casey, Scientist, Engineer, and Author

[viii] ibid

[ix] Wikipedia

[x] John Casey, Scientist, Engineer, and Author


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