My husband David’s favorite dinner-party story tells of our first bee expedition. Friends from Maple City, the story goes, had offered us three hives abandoned on their farm by a beekeeper-turned-monk. Free bees! We couldn’t believe our good fortune. For years we’d admired bees from a distance as they kept busy pollinating cherry orchards in spring or slept under heavy snow-blankets in winter.
Photo by Todd Zawistowski