We had a pretty interesting experience last week picking up our beekeeping equipment. Jonny and I arrived at the bee guy’s “bee shed.” We didn’t see the bee guy at first. We only saw lots of hives sitting outside waiting to be picked up. We could hear voices coming from within the shed. The only problem was the large quantity of bees buzzing to and from the hives stacked right next to the door leading inside. Jonny and I may have stood there stupidly for who knows how long had the bee guy not eventually come walking outside. He was all in a tizzy because bees had arrived unexpectedly early and he had to install them right away…and could we just take our hives and go. (all the while we’re sternly telling the kids that “no they could not get out of the van.” you’ve got to move slow and smooth around bees from what I’ve read and there were bees everywhere. I couldn’t trust my wild pack of kiddos to do nice and easy on exciting foreign turf) I sweetly asked the bee guy, “but what about bee jackets and gloves? Don’t we need those?” (paraphrasing) “Oh yeah, okay. Come on inside. We’ve gotta be quick.” Again, sweetly, “Do we just walk right next to the hives through the cloud of bees?” “Yeah.”
It was like an initiation. It was awesome. We just walked right through the bees. I loved it. There may be something abnormal about that. Some people like to ride roller coasters. Jonny used to enjoy jumping from bridges. I like to knit and when I am feeling a little wild, I like to walk through clouds of bees, just like a little black rain cloud.
There were more bees inside.
Once we got home we just had to try on our new jackets and gloves. I had some issues with mine, got my head stuck, and was laughed at mercilessly by my big boys. And in case you hadn’t already figured it out, now you have picture evidence that Jonny and I are dorky.
Jonny worked all night last night (at his job job) and passed out early this evening. He doesn’t know that I am posting this photo. He’s a good sport so I don’t think he’ll mind. He was being really silly, trying to be all GQ in his B-Jacket. He suggested that I embroider his name and a little bee on the front. I think he was serious.
Bees arrive Wednesday.
p.s. These are my favorite violets. The purple ones are everywhere, but there are patches of these here and there. I love them.