Women made the best beekeepers 'cause they have a
special ability built into them to love creatures that sting.
-Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
1. Judge not my yard lest your yard be judged. Ahem.
And 2. I start beekeeping classes tomorrow!
Y'all. I've wanted to have bees and learn how to keep a hive for days and days and days. At first it was a fleeting fancy. Then it was a mild curiosity. Then it was a can-I-actually-do-this? Now it's almost a reality. I start classes tomorrow, finish my top bar hive in February, and hopefully get my bee colony buzzing by spring.
I'm such a nerd. An excited bee-almost-keeper nerd!
I'm nervous about starting classes tomorrow. Having already read stories about hives becoming Africanized (it's a term. Look it up.) and swarming their keepers, I'm cautiously optimistic. Will they swarm? Chase small children and dogs into bodies of water? Sting me until I'm unrecognizable? Actually produce enough honey for us to eat? I plan to raise my hand and earnestly ask each of these questions, carefully copying the answers into my bee notebook, without seeming like a total bee nerd noob.
Right. Wish me luck!
Anyone out there a beekeeper? If so, please say hello. Please.
UPDATE: Upon posting, I almost immediately got word from cool Kyle that the term is "bee-ks". Heck yeah! I'm hoping they let me in their club...