“It’s been a whole five minutes since I told you a superstition.” My laugh hums; I thump his side. “Well, go on. You have to have one about gardens or flowers.” “About bees, actually. But we wouldn’t have gardens without those guys. And this one’s English in origin, so, also fitting,” he says as we stare into one of the reflecting pools. “Beekeepers thought it was essential to good honey production to talk to their bees. So, telling the bees, as they called it, became a must. They’d tell them about any household events like births or marriages. And especially deaths.”
