The Honey Bus. Meredith May
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MEREDITH MAY is an award-winning journalist, author, and a fifth-generation beekeeper. She spent sixteen years at the San Francisco Chronicle, where her narrative reporting won the PEN USA Literary Award for Journalism and was shortlisted for the Pulitzer Prize. She is co-author of I, Who Did Not Die and lives in San Francisco, where she keeps several hives in a community garden.
MEREDITH MAY
THE
HONEY
BUS
A Memoir of Loss,
Courage and a Girl
Saved by Bees
ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
Copyright © Meredith May 2019
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Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9781474077095
For Grandpa
E. Franklin Peace
1926–2015
“So work the honeybees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the art of order to a peopled kingdom.”
—William Shakespeare, Henry V
Contents
3. The Secret Language of Bees
1980
Swarm season always arrived by telephone. The red rotary phone jangled to life every spring with frantic callers reporting honeybees in their walls, or in their chimneys, or in their trees.
I was pouring Grandpa’s honey over my corn bread when he came out of the kitchen with that sly smile that said we’d have to let our breakfast go cold again. I was ten, and had been catching swarms with him for СКАЧАТЬ