By Greca N. Meloni (Translated in English with the help of DeepSeek from the original in Italian published here) July 16, 2026. My daughter and I are sitting in the middle seat by the window. As the plane flies over Sardinia, gradually descending toward Cagliari airport, we take the opportunity to look down, trying to recognize the places below. It’s a game she loves—guessing where we are by observing the landscape from above. A bit like what you do with Wimmelbücher, a parti

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by Greca N. Meloni Maria in her apiary. (Photo: Greca N. Meloni) The first time we met, they welcomed me into an office. Next to the desk...

by Greca N. Meloni Until the early 2000s, in Sardinia, the beekeeping season started very early. The spring blooms were abundant and...

When I was not a Montraxia (highland person in Sardinian) “Montraxius” was the name given to all of us children who lived on the other...

Saving the bees with a biological halt? For some months now, the national beekeeping world seems to be facing one of the most significant...

It had been ten days since the Azores anticyclone had given way to the African anticyclone . The days were hot, too hot. Nights were...