Bees Bees Bees

I changed my header. Did you notice? Bees. Or, to be a little more specific, honeybees. A few weeks ago I was talked into going to a local bee association meeting because, hey, free food. So I went. I understood nothing. I barely knew what a hive looked like. And what do you mean there’s different types of hives? Whut?

While I was there, I happened to see an old friend of my parents. Said hi, hugged, the whole bit. We chatted awhile and laughed at my bee ignorance. He invited me over for lunch with him and his wife and to see his apiary and Mediterranean style garden. I said sure because, hey, free food.

So, anyway, I went. Was a lovely meal out on the deck. Was a fabulous garden with pathways and stairs and chickens and pheasants and all sorts of flowering plants and bushes. The best part, though, was the beehives. Nine hives. Two different types. Bees all over, not bothering anyone. Just going about their business. It was absolutely wonderful. Who knew I was going to get sucked in. We went to each hive and watched the bees in each for a bit. I looked at an observation hive made of glass, and watched the queen laying eggs, watched the workers and drones fawning over her. It was fascinating.

Next thing I knew I was in a bee jacket, with hat and veil, sweating my ass off. We were going honey hunting! What fun! Incredibly hot inside all the gear, but how exciting. We opened up a couple hives, looked at the frames inside, where the worker bees make all of those little beeswax cells, and looked for honey. Turns out pretty much all hives have some, but not all hives have EXTRA. That’s what we were looking for. And in the 4th hive we found some. And we took 10 full frames of beautiful golden honey.

I was hooked then and there, and I don’t even like honey all that much. I mean, I do. Who am I trying to kid? But it was the whole process that got me. How the bees make a colony, watching them do their thing, us doing our thing, all of it.

And now I have my own hive, complete with bees and 2 not yet adult queens who will have to fight it out when the time comes. All gifted to me by my friend, along with all the tools and the all-important bee suit.

My doctor, when I went to see her with 12 bee stings due to inexperience and mostly stupidity, gifted to me epi-pens and admonishments (“Wear thicker clothes, boots, gloves. Think! Don’t get stung! And thank you for taking care of the bees.”).

LOL

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~ by onebadpenny on May 4, 2017.

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