One of my hives, waiting for bees and better weather
It’s a place I can go physically by lighting a smoker, putting on a veil, and entering the garden. And it’s a place I can go in my mind—by glancing out my kitchen window at the hives, or stealing a spoonful of really good honey when no one is watching.
I am guarding this new adventure as something that is truly mine.
The secret life of bees is also the secret life of the beekeeper.