Sure, I love it every year in May when I call my beekeeper friend on the phone to invite him to come to summer school and he says, "I've been waiting for your phone call."
I love all of the cool things he has taught me about bees...
But I never planned to be a beekeeper.
Todd back when he was planning on buying his land would bring up different topics:
On all of them, I just smiled and said how much work they would be... or how he didn't know what he was getting himself into (esp. goats).
I know he was just trying to get me as excited about the future he is planning as he was.
I've tried to explain the none of my futures have panned out and I'm done planning for them... what comes, comes.
So, he jumped on the beekeeping bandwagon when he saw how excited it made me.
Really, truly, it made me excited because I had learned so much over the past 5-6 years with my beekeeping friend and I wanted to share my knowledge...
Never did I think it would land me in charge of 10,000 bees.
But here I am...
So, to prepare myself, I painted the hive.
So, today I drove to get the bees...
When I stopped to take this picture, the people selling the bees asked if I was second-guessing my decision to get bees...
I didn't have an option... Beekeeping, here I come.
First, I opened the nuc box.
Then, I pulled out the queen's box. Her servants were surrounding her.
Then, I poured them in... Who knew you could pour bees...
I was happy that things went smoothly.
They quickly started coming in and out of the hive.
I stood in awe.
Buzzing. Buzzing. Buzzing.
The calmness the buzzing brought.
I could have stood there all night.
Bees coming and going around me.
Not caring that I had just moved them to a new home.
Not caring that I kept peeking inside.
Yes. I had no plans of becoming a beekeeper...
...but now, now there is no going back from it.