Yesterday, we went to the garden. It was a beautiful day and as late in the fall as it is, it did not feel like that. Many flowers were still in bloom and bees were buzzing. Yet, Christmas decorations were already up for the holidays. The Sachs Museum, housed in Henry Shaws library was open and we were able to see its new show, The literary Garden. This multimedia exhibit features paper cutout artworks like the one pictured above. Each piece is married with text, usually poetry. There are also olfactory pieces. It is quite something. This artwork features the young adult magical realism novel, The Hour of Bees:

This book sculpture reimagined The Hour of Bees as a physical mediation on time, memory, and the fragile connections between generations and the natural word. By transforming the pages of the novel into a clock surrounded by anemones and bees, the sculpture gives form to the story’s central questions: how time is measured, what is remembered, and what endures. The clock emerges from the book as a symbol of borrowed time and suspended moments. In the novel, time is not only chronological but emotional stretched by storytelling, slowed by reflection, and sharpened by urgency. Shaping the pages into a clock suggests that stories themselves are a way of marking time, preserving experiences that might otherwise fade. The book no longer simply contains fine; it becomes its measure. Anemones and bees unfold from the same pages, representing the living world that pulses alongside human narrative. The flowers echo themes of care, vulnerability. and resilience, while the bees embody continuity, labor, and the transfer of knowledge-pollinators of both ecosystems and stories. They suggest an interdependence between people and nature, memory and action. By sculpting these elements from The Hour of Bees, the work collapses story and object into one form. The novel’s themes are no longer only read but physically encountered, inviting viewers to consider how time, nature, and storytelling shape one another-and how, like bees moving from flower to flower, we carry meaning forward before the hour passes.