To BEE or Not to Be
As a child clover, bees and myself were very close. Too close. I have stepped on so many honey bees that the count is well past single digits. My field of delight and peril existed between my grandmother’s antebellum house on Three Chopt Road in Richmond and the tiny little two car garage size home my grandparents built for my dad, mom and myself. The builders literally moved the garage to the…









