Apiopolis

Apiopolis Nonprofit Urban Bee Sanctuary
Conservation | Community | Collaboration | Celebration

Natural beekeeping, pollinator habitat, collaborations, green jobs.

05/20/2026

May all beeings and beings…

‘Are not flowers the stars of the Earth.” Clara Lucas Balfour

‘In some Native languages, the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.”’ Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Well, goodness. How can we already be so far along in the Merry, Merry Month of May of 2026 which was just pretty new what feels like yesterday? May is my birthday month and also Nat’l Get Caught Reading Month, Nat’l Military Appreciation Month, Nat’l Older Americans Month, and Nat’l Mental Health Awareness Month. The latter has been observed since 1949 but I think some folks haven’t gotten the memo yet. Today is the final day of Ta**us season and also World Bee Day, the date chosen by the UN to honor the birth of Anton-Janša, the 18th-century Slovenian pioneer of modern beekeeping. This year’s global theme is “Bee Together for People and the Planet - A partnership that sustains us all”, focusing on the long relationship between humans and bees and celebrating the evolution of traditional beekeeping while promoting innovative, sustainable approaches to protect bee health. Hooray and yes, pretty please for the sake of our collective mental health and the wellbeing of all our relations. (Continued in the comments.)

03/08/2026

Happy International Women’s Day to you all you beautiful lady and lady-identifying beings! Grateful for every big and little thing you do to make our wonderful world better and brighter. When we were little girls our beloved Oma taught us how to make magical dandelion crowns. I saw a post recently that said ‘My daughter forgot the word “dandelion” so she described it as “the one that explodes into wishes.” I like that better.’ Wishing all of yours come true including more flowers and that today’s reporting that women and girls still only “enjoy” 64% of the rights men will be history sooner than later. I wonder what our current administration is doing to celebrate and uplift us today and this month and always in all ways?

03/06/2026

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, — One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do If bees are few.” Emily Dickinson, 1755. On breathing and bees and embodied action. Piedmont prairie making in progress. Found this chilled little sister on the wire suspending a platform bird feeder while filling them at dawn. Warmed her with my breath in the early morning light until she flew off to join the reverent making of tiny and huge new worlds of wonder and sustenance and beauty.

02/28/2026

“… Let the beauty of what we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground…” from A Great Wagon by Rumi. Happy final day of the littlest love month of February, friends. The wonder. This was on an “unseasonably” warm winter day in December when the plum blossoms had begun to burst, fragrant and beautiful with busy foraging bees, before the many hard freezes and ice and snow storms nearly knocked back their will and capacity to bloom. Instead of a brilliant month or so long decadent display, we received smatterings of flowers that persist today. So much wisdom.

Hooray for a brand new 2026 and 1 year and moving into the year of the Crimson Fire Horse! Slow celebrated yesterday wit...
01/02/2026

Hooray for a brand new 2026 and 1 year and moving into the year of the Crimson Fire Horse! Slow celebrated yesterday with the stunning natural beauty of the sun’s rise and set, tomorrow’s Super Wolf Moon shining big and bright, immense gratitude, black eyed peas and collard salad shared with , an always joyful puppy play date, and many other tiny giant miracles. My dear sister, ’s New Year’s Day birthday always seems particularly fortuitous and this year’s 1:1:1 portal especially so. Remember when I began with the bees and made labels for each honey harvest with collages of pics and drawings? I was thinking of this particular one yesterday. Excited for this New Year and finally moving forward. Wishing everyone and Regina, the best, most magical year ever. The chickens are of course in on the seasonal shifts and with the light increasing after the solstice have begun laying again. Thankful for all the blessings and kindnesses.

Hooray for a brand new 2026 and 1 year and moving into the year of the Crimson Fire Horse! Slow celebrated yesterday wit...
01/02/2026

Hooray for a brand new 2026 and 1 year and moving into the year of the Crimson Fire Horse! Slow celebrated yesterday with the stunning natural beauty of the sun’s rise and set, tomorrow’s Super Wolf Moon shining big and bright, and immense gratitude, black eyed peas and collard salad shared with and an always joyful puppy play date. My dear sister, ’s New Year’s Day birthday always seems particularly fortuitous and this year’s 1:1:1 portal especially so. Remember when I began with the bees and made labels for each honey harvest with collages of pics and drawings? I was thinking of this particular one yesterday. Excited for this New Year and finally moving forward. Wishing everyone and Regina, the best, most magical year ever.

“What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome....
12/22/2025

“What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome. Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our stars the flowers of heaven?” ~Clara Lucas Balfour

Ah, yes, here is my tall shadow, cast in yesterday’s late afternoon sunshine on the eve of the shortest day and longest night. It is with me, as ever, as I chase the light, once again on a last minute quest for twinkly strands for my Christmas tree. We stopped to admire the sunny golden flowers and airy white moon seed head of the dandelion growing brightly and sturdily against the curb. Dandelions represent resilience, strength, healing, transformation, and renewal. A perfect pause and reminder on the Eve of Solstice. And today our own sun star seems to stand still in the winter sky, marking the return of the light.

12/20/2025

Did you wake on the morning of the New Moon kissing everything? The dark surround, the sleeping dogs close and warm beside, the spectacular dawn, The rain still dripping from bare limbs and clinging leaves. The seemingly serious toad staring intently into my eyes. Beloved Pablo Neruda’s “Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair” translated by W.S. Merlin presented itself, an origami crane folded on graph paper from a long ago notebook with my own writing falling from the pages, the making and meaning long forgotten. From one wing I read “Xmas Rambler Yonder All U Know”. And from the Song of Despair, “I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on.” One small seed and baby bee step and tiny toad hop at an extraordinary time.

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