About the Bees.....

I don't believe I've mentioned that we are now beekeepers. I should clarify, B is now a beekeeper. I have nothing to do with it. You'd have to ask him to be sure, but we got the bees because, of course, we want our own honey. But also because they are good for the garden and fruit trees, and they are all-around really fascinating creatures. B likes to drill me with little "did you knows".... "Did you know a drone will live his whole life waiting for that one 8 minute mating episode he gets with the Queen? And then he dies?" (Talk about tragic love.) "Did you know a bee will fly everyday to work the same plant, sometimes up to two miles away?" (Talk about dedicated employees.)

Anyway, this whole thing has scared a few people (like B's friends who never expected this, um, side of B to exist....BTW, Hi! B's friends who lurk on this blog!!) The bee thing confuses others. My sister, for one, who came up the driveway one afternoon only to encounter B in his beesuit. She came in and said "Soooooo. You guys have bees now I take it?" But C-Man? He's not scared or confused at all. He doesn't go anywhere near the hive (which, don't worry, is tucked away on the hillside between some boulders), but he cannot wait to get his own mini-me beesuit. Which they sell. In his size. In catalogs like this. (Note the tagline: "Making beekeeing a family tradition since 1863." Uh, OK.) {And that would be, Yes. We have catalogs like this around the house now.}

{C-Man hanging in daddy's beesuit until he gets his own.}

{for a sweet little piece on beekeeping check out our friend Ian's blog and this article, also by Ian}