I’m so excited! I just attended my first beekeeping class.
I want bees. I want honey. I want beeswax.
I’ve been so interested in the possibility of keeping bees.
I just need to make sure it’s a good fit for me before I jump into doing it.
As you probably know, our bees are in trouble. They are dying and their numbers are dwindling.
When I was a kid, there were bees everywhere. Not so much anymore.
I plant flowers specifically to bring the bees to my garden because I need them. We all need them.
I’ve always been fascinated with bees. One of my first memories is being stung by a bumblebee. I was in the backyard of my grandparent’s home at the age of 3 or 4 playing with my cousin. I saw the bee land on clover and I told my cousin that bees were nice and don’t hurt you. Well, I proceeded to prove that theory by cupping my hands over the bee to capture him. Meanwhile, my cousin was screaming at me, ‘NO, Cindy, NO!!!’ Too late. Of course the bee stung me. And I remember crying and running into the house for sympathy and attention. It was a family gathering and all the women were hustling about in the kitchen preparing a meal for all of us. Needless to say…there was no time to baby me over a little bee sting. I do remember a baking soda paste was made and applied to my little injury. And here I am 50 some years later, still wanting to play with bees and prove that they are nice.
Bees can be nice if handled properly. That is what I want to learn.
Our instructors handled the bees with no gloves and let the bees crawl on their hands.
The photo above is of fellow class members suited up to help the instructors.
We will actually be building a hive and will be able to release bees into it.
I do want to become comfortable handling bees, I do…but for now…I think I’ll be wearing gloves.
And I think after this first class, there’s no turning back.
I’m in love and in awe of these amazing little creatures.