My grandfather was an urban bee-keeper. My mother says she remembers fondly her selling of his honey in their small town neighborhood (Ayer) just outside of Boston. He worked for the railroad, and a small cemetery there as well; but I seem to recall bee-keeping was his passion, and forgive him my first bee-sting. He had the craftsman in him as well ( as a child I could have sensed no flaws in the pool table he made for us, but made it he did, Shaker that he was!) - and by blood, he was also part eastern native american. Anyway, I'm thinking fondly of him today, a fathers' day in America, and craving badly a return to village industries.
Here's where we are today, on the east coast anyway, where bee-keeping is concerned in urban areas:
http://blogs.tnr.com/tnr/blogs/environmentandenergy/archive/2009/03/11/underground-bees.aspx
And so I was reading about Chopin. Huh. What's that got to do with bees? Well, I came across this passage that suggested that certain rythms in the Mazurkas and Polanaises seemed to necessitate particular dance choreographies. (Halina Goldberg)
Okay, so being me, I thought can we call magnetic fields subliminal rythms for bees, and thus with the fragrances of flowers like pitches on the wind, we have the tail-wag dance?
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