Beeeeeez

My husband officially became a keeper of bees this week.
It's been a long time coming; it's something that he's been wanting to do for years - long before he and I ever started hanging out together.

You know how I wrote about him having hand, foot and mouth a few weeks ago, and how completely miserable it was for him to have an itchy burning rash all over his hands and feet?  Well, now he comes home with stingers hanging off his clothing, and swollen fingers, and proudly shows me all the places where he's been stung that day - and is really happy about it all!

I got to go see his bees yesterday.  Being pregnant, I have a valid excuse to not get too close to the bees just yet, so I sat nearby and watched him and his beekeeping buddy do their thing with the bees.  It's a very nice spot.  Think: rolling farm fields covered in blooming red clover, a nearby pond, and a bunch of happy worker bees nestled into a grove of trees.  Now, as long as the bears stay away, we'll be good to go!

So what's my job in all this?  Well, eventually, someday, I'll probably have to get close enough to the bees to risk being stung myself and actually do some physical labour.  But until then, I'm the stay-at-home-beekeeping-bookkeeper.  Beekeeping is classified as agriculture.  It's pretty much the only farming you can do without actually having any land.  It also comes with a lot of paperwork and rules & regulations that I've been told I'm in charge of!

Anyway, who knows where it'll go from here.  It might continue to be something small to keep Dave occupied on weekends, or, in 10 years, we might be hauling in a million dollars worth of honey each year!  (Hahaha.... just kidding - it is FARMING after all.  'Profit' and 'Farming' don't usually belong in the same sentence!)