The blog Amanda As A Bee all started when I started keeping bees and a friend of mine said, “Oh Amanda, you should really have a blog!” Another friend gave me this little metal garden figure of a girl with funky hair dressed as a bee on a bicycle. Yeah, random. And I said, “Oh it’s me as a bee.”
This blog has taken twists and turns that I did not expect. In a little more than 3 years, I have gained and lost a lot of beehives, made new friends, moved to a farm, then to a boat, then had a baby, who then had a heart condition, then moved back on land and like a good book, I’ve come back to the beginning. Bees!
Last night I waited until little nutling was asleep and off I waltzed to go pick up a hive. On Pender, no less. Someone I’d delivered bees to a couple years ago made me up a hive as a thank you. Well, Brian and Sue, thank you! I thought this would be the first summer I’d face without bees since moving to Pender.
I have had an upwards of 25 hives but over the last couple years with Gabrielle in and out of the hospital at crucial beekeeping times, the bees have suffered. When it was time to put my 6 hives to bed for the winter last year, Gabrielle’s surgery was bumped up because her heart was failing. Sorry bees, but baby wins.
After getting home with a hive in the back of our tiny truck, I fully suited up and asked Marc (unsuited) if he would help me carry this not-strapped-together hive down to the field. Poor guy, I was trying to be sympathetic but I was more concerned with the bees than his overall health when I said, “If you get stung, put the box down slowly then you can yell and jump around.” Yeah, I’m a good wife… More importantly, he is a very supportive husband.
The bees are in full sun with a field full of yellow buttercups. It could not be more perfect. And I could not be more happy.
I have an extra suit, if you wanna come join in on the fun! Let me paint you the picture. The hum of happy bees, the bright sun warming your back, the delicate waft of honey as you’re surrounded by buzzing and flowers and summer. Yes, it’s a perfect moment. Just ignore the stingers.