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Seven years to the day after the day I was stung, in September 2014, my dear neighbor here in coastal
Maine is walking in our woods with her dog on this land where I still live. Directed by her dog’s bark to
look up into a beech tree, she sees the elegant hanging palace of nine golden combs, covered with
countless honey bees who have travelled with their queen to this winter palace. Knowing that I owe
them, I ask family, neighbors and local bee-‐keepers to help create a suitable winter home for the
immigrant colony. I feed them the fluids they need as they prepare for winter. They are gentle, busy
and receptive. I hope they make it through the long, stark cold of our Maine winter.
