On Saturday, May 4, I bottled the first honey of the year from my hives. Mama and I talked about how beautiful it was -- a lovely light golden color. She loved that we had hives, that the bees were here doing their work. She died the next Saturday, May 11. And then I went to the tell the bees that she was gone.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telling_the_bees
