Having my own hive is a dream that has lived in me for years. I am endlessly fascinated by bees and the skill of their keepers. Harvesting honey would be amazing, but secondary.
I just want bees.
Last summer I was looking out to the garden, feeling the frustration of wanting them so badly yet thinking it was impossible. I didn’t know anyone who kept bees, or even where to start.
And there in front of me, sitting on the edge of a bowl, was a little honeybee. She was dead and had gone unnoticed until now. How she came into my kitchen and rested in that place is a mystery. But at that moment I decided even if I jumped into beekeeping alone, inexperienced, and unprepared,
I was going to do it.
I still have that sweet little bee, kept in a jar where I found her that day.
Although I like to think maybe she found me.