Social order in the hive
On a crisp winter morning, I took a walk in the sparkling snow covering our small farm. Soon four beehives beckoned.
Notes from the farm
The post office called recently about a box of honeybees. The assault of insecticides means my sister can no longer overwinter her hives.
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