The Waxen City

“What is more gentle than a wind in summer? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer, That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?” —John Keats As the warm spring breezes waft the sweet scent of the blossoming apple orchard toward us, we hear the rustle of the hive and notice the bees swiftly flying to and fro. A new season of labor has commenced! Yonder we observe a bee descending into the heart of the flower. It is sipping the sweet exudation...