Rooted Reverie: The Birds & the Bees
Lessons from Apis mellifera carnica, Cardinalis sanctusludovicus, & Homo sapien adulescens
In the verdant embrace of my forested yard, I beheld a joy as ineffable as it was exhilarating — a joy born of the tenebrous buzzing of anticipation and the sacred promise of honeyed ambrosia. For it was the momentous occasion of setting up a new beehive, a rite of passage into the ancient covenant between man and bee, a sacramental communion that stirs the deepest recesses of the soul.
With deliberate care and an unswerving determination, I embarked upon this apotheosis of apiarian artistry, donning my protective bee suit and gazing upon the labyrinthine masterpiece that was the hive. Its ivory-painted wooden edifice stood as a monument to the harmonious marriage of form and function, a testament to the meticulous craftsmanship of generations past. The sun cast its dappled light through the towering sacred white oaks, casting an ethereal glow upon the scene, as if Apollo himself were eager to participate in this sacred ceremony.
The bees, the custodians of this hive-in-the-making, hummed with a symphony of…
