In which the hack theologian keeps bees
I feel just like those bees, clustered up with my family in our cabin, peeking out at the snow covered yard.
I've always wondered what bees do in winter. Hibernate? Die? Play Scrabble? Actually, now that I've written these words, I realize that my friend who hates winter is pondering these three alternatives at this very moment! I guess humans and bees face some of the same dilemmas when the windchill is 10 below.
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