We've dubbed our house Sweet Haven, in reference to one of our favorite movies as well as our cohabitants. As our place evolves into the master plan {as the master plan evolves into the master plan, as well} paying homage to the bees seemed a good next step.
A few years ago I asked for money for my birthday to buy a beehive, but never got the hive. Instead I think I spent the money on the pond? I dunno, I can't really remember. Then a few weeks ago I thought I'd get a jump start on C's birthday gifts, so I ordered him a bee hive. We'd talked about having a hive about 3 years ago, the first time we noticed the bees that live in between the walls and the brick of our house swarming.
The bees swarm yearly now. For the past 3 years we've called a Master Beekeeper to come out and take the swarm. It's a fascinating process, one I'm eager to learn, even if that little voice keeps saying finish up something before you start something new. Next time yell at me little voice. Shake me by the shoulders, but maybe do that when no one else is around or they'll think I'm having seizures, not listening to reason.
In my mind I'd had that conversation with C many times since the actual talk, so I decided this was the year for the bees. Without consideration of the additional responsibilities that accompany our newest and cutest family member, I went ahead and ordered the hive then remembered to ask if C was still interested in beekeeping. Well, our plates are pretty full, a fact that my OCD brain can't comprehend {thoughts go in and run circles around my brain until someone breaks through with reason} and Hi-C was the voice of reason. Crap.
Plus I'd already ordered the hive. . . uh oh.
Now it's sitting on the back porch in 2 boxes, waiting for assembly, and if I really want bees I'm going to have to add another hobby to my repertoire. There are so many things I want to try and so few hours in a day to get them done. Why can't I be a full time hobbyist?
Oh yeah. . .health insurance.
A few years ago I asked for money for my birthday to buy a beehive, but never got the hive. Instead I think I spent the money on the pond? I dunno, I can't really remember. Then a few weeks ago I thought I'd get a jump start on C's birthday gifts, so I ordered him a bee hive. We'd talked about having a hive about 3 years ago, the first time we noticed the bees that live in between the walls and the brick of our house swarming.
The bees swarm yearly now. For the past 3 years we've called a Master Beekeeper to come out and take the swarm. It's a fascinating process, one I'm eager to learn, even if that little voice keeps saying finish up something before you start something new. Next time yell at me little voice. Shake me by the shoulders, but maybe do that when no one else is around or they'll think I'm having seizures, not listening to reason.
In my mind I'd had that conversation with C many times since the actual talk, so I decided this was the year for the bees. Without consideration of the additional responsibilities that accompany our newest and cutest family member, I went ahead and ordered the hive then remembered to ask if C was still interested in beekeeping. Well, our plates are pretty full, a fact that my OCD brain can't comprehend {thoughts go in and run circles around my brain until someone breaks through with reason} and Hi-C was the voice of reason. Crap.
Plus I'd already ordered the hive. . . uh oh.
Now it's sitting on the back porch in 2 boxes, waiting for assembly, and if I really want bees I'm going to have to add another hobby to my repertoire. There are so many things I want to try and so few hours in a day to get them done. Why can't I be a full time hobbyist?
Oh yeah. . .health insurance.