Bees get Revenge
The top boxes in my hives felt heavy during an inspection, so it was time to harvest honey on Saturday. I only have two hives, more as a hobby than for honey that’s mostly used as gifts. Imported honey brings
beekeeping
The Boy Who Could Bee
After I published THE BOY WHO COULD BEE under the pseudonym Rowan Gordon, I wondered if an artificial intelligence bot could invent a better story than the one I created. This is how it launches a story using the keywords:
The Boy Who Could Bee
Why should anyone care about my debut novel for middle-grade schoolchildren? THE BOY WHO COULD BEE was inspired by poring over my beehives and written under a pen name. When I recalled my uncle in England visited the famous monk-beekeeper,
Queen Elizabeth and the bees
While observing expressions of public affection and admiration for Queen Elizabeth II from afar, I began to muse about other queens. Queen bees in my hives. They shouldn’t be called monarchs by any stretch in the meaning of royalty. But
Waxworms make Holey Shopping Bags
A shameless boast, I take fewer than a dozen plastic shopping bags home from the grocery store each year (a trillion are manufactured). Discarded in garbage for burial in landfill, this non-compostable stuff awaits a post-Homo sapiens archeologist who learns