The bees flying over our fields come from the mouth of ancient poets. When Aristeo the beekeeper realized he had angered the Nymphs, he offered them the gift of an ox from whose body a new hive was born. And when his father Zeus learned that Danae was locked away in a tower, he turned into honey to be able to join her.
Each meadow needs its swarms of divine bees as well as a real community to care for them. Because bees bring life back to those communities that listen to their stories.