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The comb  It starts with curiosity, with love, with whatever this thing is that compels us to sit outside and just look, just sniff, ju...

Last August, various bees sniffed among our basil flowers, seeking nectar. Pollen grains stuck to their fuzzy bodies, which they carried t...

Nectar's tough to find in November, but the bees are still at it. We're still at it, too, whatever this "at it" thing is. ...

Spent a good chunk of the afternoon collecting basil seeds. Spring is less than 5 months away. My basil never dies. I eat the leaves, true, ...

I got stung by a honeybee yesterday. I like to walk barefoot, and our backyard is covered in clover. Aside from the few moments of ouch, ...

She wrote, simply, "hi mike." I assumed I was the Michael she meant, but it does not matter, berries are for all of us, so I am us...

If you have never stuck your nose completely into a cherry blossom, a blossom that burst open only a few hours ago, you cannot know the inte...