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TALES OF THE FERNFOLK
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A Morning with Beekepers Mary & Seamus
A Morning with Beekepers Mary & Seamus
A Morning with Beekepers Mary & Seamus
— CHAPTER 1
“We believe bees are the secret to the life and health of our land by maintaining its fertility.”
“We believe bees are the secret to the life and health of our land by maintaining its fertility.”
“We believe bees are the secret to the life and health of our land by maintaining its fertility.”
On a sweltering afternoon in Sebastopol, California, two graduate students knelt on the pavement in front of a wooden bench.
The June day was the hottest of the year so far. The sun scorched overhead, beaming down heat that pushed the temperature toward 100 degrees.
A handful of baby carpenter bees wriggled at their feet. They had hatched and crawled out from the tunnel their mother had dug in the bench, but it was too hot for them to fly away. Now, they lay dying on the pavement.
The two graduate students, crouched down in the summer heat, had contrived a device to give the bees little drops of water. Together, they coaxed these baby carpenter bees back to life.
What kind of act is this? It wasn’t part of their research, and the deep compassion of it can’t be explained by data alone. I think it points to something deeper: the power of paying attention to creation, and the way that attentively caring for it can draw us closer to the earth.
On a sweltering afternoon in Sebastopol, California, two graduate students knelt on the pavement in front of a wooden bench.
The June day was the hottest of the year so far. The sun scorched overhead, beaming down heat that pushed the temperature toward 100 degrees.
A handful of baby carpenter bees wriggled at their feet. They had hatched and crawled out from the tunnel their mother had dug in the bench, but it was too hot for them to fly away. Now, they lay dying on the pavement.
The two graduate students, crouched down in the summer heat, had contrived a device to give the bees little drops of water. Together, they coaxed these baby carpenter bees back to life.
What kind of act is this? It wasn’t part of their research, and the deep compassion of it can’t be explained by data alone. I think it points to something deeper: the power of paying attention to creation, and the way that attentively caring for it can draw us closer to the earth.
On a sweltering afternoon in Sebastopol, California, two graduate students knelt on the pavement in front of a wooden bench.
The June day was the hottest of the year so far. The sun scorched overhead, beaming down heat that pushed the temperature toward 100 degrees.
A handful of baby carpenter bees wriggled at their feet. They had hatched and crawled out from the tunnel their mother had dug in the bench, but it was too hot for them to fly away. Now, they lay dying on the pavement.
The two graduate students, crouched down in the summer heat, had contrived a device to give the bees little drops of water. Together, they coaxed these baby carpenter bees back to life.
What kind of act is this? It wasn’t part of their research, and the deep compassion of it can’t be explained by data alone. I think it points to something deeper: the power of paying attention to creation, and the way that attentively caring for it can draw us closer to the earth.
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
"There is a quiet magic here—not in grand spectacles, but in morning fog drifting through the redwoods, hands deep in the soil, and people who have learned to live in rhythm with the land."
"There is a quiet magic here—not in grand spectacles, but in morning fog drifting through the redwoods, hands deep in the soil, and people who have learned to live in rhythm with the land."
JULIAN VANE
Founder, Vane Collective