You cross paths with an astonishing variety of people in New Orleans. I fell into a conversation in a bar a couple of months ago with an Irish beekeeper. I went to see his apiary last week. I was always under the vague impression that bees hibernate in winter. They don’t; they stay awake and huddle in a ball inside the hive and shiver to keep warm. The honey they store is food to keep them going until spring. A hive in winter is still very much a living thing, and touching one was an extraordinary experience.
Once framed, this will be a thank-you gift to the beekeeper, whose invitation to see his apiary turned into a memorable and creatively energizing day for me. I’m delighted with how it came out, and I’ll be hoping he likes it, and taking comfort in knowing that if he doesn’t, he’s too polite to say so. 🙂
There were bees flying around on the original chart; I left them off since this is about a visit in winter. I thought about closing the entrance, as well, but it didn’t look as good that way.
I’m feeling really inspired by this project. I plan to do another for myself, and there are several haiku and other short forms among my work that would lend themselves to this treatment, combining my favorite creative outlets. Stitchku!
The chart is from Charles Craft; the poem is my own work.
Written: December 2018