I kicked back the sheets. The room sat in perfect stillness, not one bee anywhere. Every minute I looked at the clock on my dresser and wondered what was keeping them. Finally, sometime close to midnight, when my eyelids had nearly given up the strain of staying open, a purring noise ...
Piggy has a habit of moving around when I am not looking and today I found him hiding in the lamb’s ears and later peeking out of a forest of bee balm. By late afternoon he was over by the rose trellis sniffing the hardy geranium that’s about to bloom. Honestly, Piggy. Farmer ...
In her column, The Kitchen Thinker, the writer Bee Wilson goes further and says that ‘Food is love and home and culture…’ We forge the bonds of belonging through eating with others. Coeliacs and those with allergies and intolerances are often outsiders at the table, unable to participate ...
FARMER AND PIGGYand I spent the afternoon in the garden yesterday. It was lovely. Piggy has a habit of moving around when I am not looking and today I found him hiding in the lamb’s ears and later peeking out of a forest of bee balm. By late afternoon he was over by the rose tr...
August, June, and May Boatwrights were the bee farmers that produced the honey, which bottle Lily had kept as a memento of her mother. August Boatright openly welcomed Lily. June Boatright was initially skeptical of Lily because Lily had lied about why she came to their house. Living with...