Celebrity Orphan is now available in paperback from Amazon. Just click on the image below.
Bea Green and the Bee Queen will be read at storytime during the Bristol Bee Fair on Saturday 16th May 2015.
Go and join in with wildflower planting, open a beehive, seed bomb making, bee hotel building, beehive painting, children’s arts and crafts, tea and cakes. This is a FREE event, to celebrate the bee. Activities for all the family. Saturday May 16th, 10am – 4pm.
I’m very excited as the British Beekeepers’ Association (BBKA) have agreed to sell Bea Green and the Bee Queen from their online shop, The Pollen Basket. It should be available in a few days. They have also offered to review the book too. Click on the image below to visit their shop.
Today’s Thought for the day on BBC Radio 4 by Anne Atkins was all about the importance of caring for honeybees – you can listen to it again by clicking on the underlined link above, or read it here:
‘There was an old man of St. Bees,
Who was stung in the arm by a wasp,
When asked, “Does it hurt?”
He replied, “No, it doesn’t,
I’m so glad that it wasn’t a hornet.”
WS Gilbert’s words have never been more appropriate. The Asian hornet, over an inch long and lethal, is thought to have arrived into Europe in a consignment of china from China. Who says climate change doesn’t matter? This beast has already killed six people in France, and with April set to be the hottest in a century, unseasonably warm springs may tempt it here.
Then woe betide our honey bees. A single hornet, watching a hive, can eat fifty a day. With the hive entrance staked out, the bee has nowhere else to go.
There’s no such thing as a solitary bee, my beekeeping course taught, when we set up our hive – so productive in London that even our large, honey-loving family couldn’t eat it all. Honey bees, like humans, live in society or not at all. One cut off from her fellows will die. The colony is the creature. Without the Queen, all are lost: without her workers, so is she.
Like Saint Paul’s image of community as a body with many members, all need each other. Some are revered, some invisible, all necessary. If we were all eyes, how would we hear?
When we moved, my vet-trained daughter persuaded me into Natural Beekeeping: less intensive, less interventionist and far less work. Much happier bees too: important for me, so sensitive to stings my family called an ambulance when my lips went numb and my words jumbled. “Am I allergic?” I eventually managed to ask the doctor, though I tested negative long ago. “Not at all,” he said. The bee was doing her job. A sting is a weapon of war.
Like humans, bees can be foolish. A two-day raid and pitch-battle last summer left thousands of scattered bodies. Two colonies ravaged, over the theft of honey in a time of plenty.
The animal rights campaigner on the telly was consistent. Whenever humans interact with other species, we exploit. He’d even given away his pet dog. But, I asked him, what about the honey bee? Einstein is credited with predicting the death of mankind within four years of the bee’s demise. Without bees, your pizza would have no tomato, no olives, no mozzarella… only the boring wind-pollinated base.
Since the attack of Varroa mite in the 1990s, bees have been just as dependent on us. Wild bees are all but gone. Without beekeepers, all could die. Then woe betide the human race. They depend on us, as we depend on them.
Be fruitful, God said to humankind, and govern the world: tend every living creature within it.
In my bee loud glade I watch them come and go in the sun, working all day, resting all night, learning as the summer progresses not to go in our pool and drown.
We are to care for our world, and so I care for my bees. In return, my bees care for my garden and me.’ – Anne Atkins 23/04/2015
You can also read more about caring for honeybees in my new book Bea Green and the Bee Queen by clicking on the highlighted link.