Bee keeping is a true Lithuanian yoga. Here I am – swaying on a tyre swing, watching over a buzzing colony of bees making patterns in the air above the beehive. The hive is slowly filling with aromas from a nearby forest. I can tell the little workers are tempted by the scents of conifers, heath and wild raspberries. Here comes Mindaugas – our beekeeper-astronomer. He always asks the bees first whether their honeycomb is ready. Oh, such politeness – present only in a true gentleman. They say bees can be kept by only the best mannered of humans. Well, and then there leaves me-impatiently waving my wooden spoon, ready to dig into the most delicious honey – sorry!