I was just going over the books on my shelves and the list I keep of books I want to read, and I'm struck by how many of them mention Bees or Beekeeping in the title:
- The Beekeeper's Apprentice - Laurie King
- The Language of Bees - Laurie King
- A Recipe for Bees - Gail Anderson-Dargatz
- The Secret Life of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd
- Letters from the Hive - Stephen Buchmann
- Queen Bee of Tuscany - Ben Downing
- The Honey Queen - Cathy Kelly
- The Boy Who Taught the Beekeeper to Read - Susan Hill
- Bee Season - Myla Goldberg
Of course, not all of these are literally about bees -- but isn't it strange I've gravitated to so many! And that there are so many out there. I have fond memories of sucking on honey taffy for a sore throat. I love the smell of burning beeswax candles. I like trying all the different flavours of honey I can find. But when I consider raising bees myself, I fluctuate between fear and fascination. My brother-in-law does it and seems to have survived it. Maybe someday I will get up enough courage to try it myself.
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