Stinging Lesson
I was an adult when I got my first bee sting. How I made it through a rural childhood without stepping on a bee while running barefoot through the clover, I’ll never know. But having not learned that lesson as a child, that is exactly how I got my first sting as an adult. Gosh, does it hurt. So I can relate to Cher Tom’s humorous story on page 54 about a sting her sister got. Still, I continue to love bees for their much-needed help in my vegetable garden—nearly a third of the food we eat relies on bees and other pollinators. And I especially appreciate the sweet rewards of the bees’ labor there. Every cold I get sends me straight to the honey jar and a comforting cup of…