Bee-ing Green

I hope I don’t sound like a braggart when I say I have knowledge of a lot of things.
need a business plan? I can set you on the right path
hungry? I can make you a good meal out of whatever you have in your pantry
toilet leaking? Not a problem
need a gift, dress, ride? I’m your gal.
But when it comes to beekeeping I am completely green, a rube, bush league, novice,rookie (insert your best out of my league insult here)

Now, after two years of talking about it, dreaming about it, pestering about it, we are going for it.
Mike and I have decided that this year is the year.
the year we start our hive.
You may remember that this summer past, we stalked a localĀ beekeeperĀ and have been doing some reconnaissance. It is time and we are finally ready to have our own hives.
Today I ordered our 3 lbs of bees and a queen (the finest bees money can buy): mite resistant and very prolific. And all ours. I will name each and every one of them Bob ; except for the queen she will be Shirley. I like the sound of Shirley and the boys; Shirley and the boys are fighting Shirley and the boys are busy, Shirley and the boys…..yes… I know all about the workers and they are female but I use boys like the Italians do when the male and female are mixed together. It is proper to use the male plural for simplicity. So there. My bees will know nothing about betty friedanĀ and I’m okay with that.