The Secret Behind Our Home’s Unusual Leak!
One sweltering summer’s day, a couple of years ago, as I worked on pulling off the siding of an old country house I had inherited from my parents, I found something that I found quite interesting. This house itself, a beautiful old house, has always had a tendency to tell stories. I spent my afternoon relaxing on the porch, sipping sweet tea, and watching the bees fly from bloom to bloom, when I saw something anomalous – a small, amber colored stain dripping down from the side of the house at the bottom. I had no idea it would result in me ‘time traveling’ in a way, and going back in time.
It is not uncommon to have childhood memories of going to the grandparents’ or friends’ countryside homes. Each house with a broad porch, the floor that groans underfoot, and the big yard, always had its tale to tell. The finding of a beehive behind the siding of my house felt like one of those stories that have been written and hidden in the world. It was a reminder of how these historic homes co-exist with nature and the element of mystery which can possibly come one’s way at anytime.
However, the older houses in the country have their own traditional feel that the contemporary structures do not possess. The houses are libraries of people’s lives, full of features which reflect the biographies of the residents. My house is an old house constructed in the late 1800s and has gone through many seasons and changes. The walls have gathered memories of people’s happiness, their laughter, and possibly their tears, and therefore, it is a living history.
It was fun and informative at the same time to look for the beehive. Homes in rural areas have always been associated with bees given the importance of these insects in the pollination of the flowers that are grown in the beautiful gardens and fruit trees that are often found around such homes. Collectively, bees and their honey had been used for their therapeutic functions and as a form of sugar even before the introduction of sugar refine from sugar cane. The sight of a hive in my house was a living link to the bees’ past, an acknowledgment of the creature’s role in the growth of food and crops.
Bee is a very important insect, not only that its honey is used in production of many products but also because it is a symbol of the society and hardworking. In many cultures, they stand for hard work and efficiency, co-operating to achieve common goal and create something new. This hive under my siding was a perfect symbol of the old country home spirit: strong, hardworking, and full of life.
For the following days after the discovery, I observed the bees with a clear feeling of amazement. It enriched my understanding of the house and the surrounding area to have them around. It was a soft reminder of how the natural and the man-made world are connected and how they amplify each other.
Thus, with the assistance of a local beekeeper, the hive was carefully moved in order not to harm the bees or the house. The beekeeper, a man in his sixties full of experience, described interesting facts regarding the history of beekeeping and its importance to the farming culture. From the time we were painting, he told me that bees are usually associated with positive omen and are said to bring wealth and wealth alone.
This made me understand the history of my home better and also made me appreciate it even more. It brought a pleasant surprise of how living in an old country house is fun given the numerous squeaky doors and drafty rooms full of untold stories.
In a society where people are becoming progressively more and more worried and hurried, the old country home remains as a symbol of valuable lessons on the virtue of time, quality, and the elegance of nature. Realising that the beehive was not just a meeting with some busy bees; it was more of a trip to the past, a concept of life which was once slow and steady and which the beehive symbolised.
Thus, as I perform my tasks to maintain my home, I feel that I have learned the value of history and the environment in which my home and I are located. It is a locality that holds history in its heartbeat, where every single find links the past with the present, and where even the humming of bees has a certain historical charm to it.