Waiting



One of my hives, waiting for bees and better weather

As the mother of two young boys, there is not much in my life that is truly mine.  And while I wouldn’t trade it, I need an escape; a place that is invitation only.  No constant questions, no endless demands, no expectations. 

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.