Page 101 of Cassie Linden Finds Her Sweet Spot
“Write it big in front,” he said.
And so Lilah did. Neatly penningLINDENnear the entrance to all three hives. In large letters so anyone could see.
“Is that okay, Daddy?” Cassie slipped her hand through his.
Her father nodded. “That’ll do.”
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In the morning, when the sky lightened and the temperature rose, the bees would begin to stir. Glenn would remove the entrance coverings and the foragers, whose job it was to go out into the world and return laden with nectar and pollen, would shake the sleep from their wings and crawl to the entrance of the hives.
They might see branches where none had been before or notice a new fragrance on the breeze, alerting them that something had changed. The first ones would communicate this to the others and word would circulate through the hive, passed on with the touch of an antenna or the arch of an abdomen until the colony was astir with activity.
Then as the sun warmed their wings and the day brightened, the bees would lift off into the morning to explore their new home.
