A recent article in the magazine Northern Woodlands prompted me to remember a boyhood experience in Rhode Island, where I had discovered a swarm of bees next door at an old school house.

They suddenly were all over that building’s porch column, and I wondered where they had come from. I pondered how to catch the lot of them and go into the honey production business. Not knowing much, I put down a metal bucket, white with its porcelain exterior, because it resembled what I thought a natural hive shape to be. They paid no heed to it.

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