I’m fond of bees; I admire their unflagging industry, their organisation and communication, and I love the stuff they make. I haven’t been stung all that often either – it’s more often been by wasps. The human species has had a long and fruitful association with these insects, and I was reminded of it recently in Lithuania. It brought to mind another occasion, back in 1982, when we went on a day trip into Georgia, via the road to Lake Ritsa, where Stalin had his dacha. Anyway, en route we passed a number of hives with a notice that said (except in Russian of course) State Collective Bee Farm No 5.
In Lithuania, it seemed to me, the reverence for bees goes deeper, until it is part of the national culture. Here are some shots taken at the Bee Museum.
First, some of the extraordinary tree sculptures
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