In all the years we had bees at the farm, I had made every effort not to do any hands-on learning.
Even my seven-year-old was more enthused to work with the little stingy bugs before I was.
This year, something changed.
My relationship changed.
Instead of doing obligatory chores on one side of the garden or the other, we had started working better as a team. So much so, that when it was time to give our new bees a new home, I declined to help under the guise of having something better to do. My husband, seeing through my bravado, asked that I join he and our little guy, and presented me with a bee suit in just the right size.
And that was that.
Here I am with my little guy in our Bee-Safe Space Suits, and watching the ladies file into their new home.
My husband, my son, and I, and our thousands of new stingy garden pets are all the closer for it.
Bee Kind and Prosper, garden friends!