Catchy title, eh?
I've been thinking about bees a lot. This may seem very odd, so let me explain a bit and then take the bee metaphor in a new direction.
Why bees? First, we have a wonderful stained glass window of bees and their hive in our church breezeway between the sacristy and the rectory. I look at it often. Many Benedictine monasteries raised bees for pollination and honey. In France some beekeepers even attach a medal of St. Benedict to their hives, although St. Ambrose is generally considered the patron saint of beekeepers in most places.