"What's this hovering over the dandelions?" asked my then three-year-old son. "I don't know," said his distracted and sun-drowsy mother. "Bring it here and let me see." Obedient child that he was, he brought me the honey bee that he was gently holding between his thumb and forefinger. It never stung him, the little bee charmer. That was nearly twenty-five years ago, but it sparked my interest in "how doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour".
Along with it came a secret desire to raise honeybees. My husband, who has a deep, abiding love for honey, is interested as well. For the past year and a half I've been doing research on it, and even met a local man who led us through the how-to of getting started. But as often happens in life, other things have thwarted us, so it will be a project we have to put aside for another year.
Bees are beautiful and necessary creatures, and it is of great concern to some that they are disappearing.
this is liquid gold at our house
So until my dreams of an apiary are realized, I will content myself with counting bees instead. Would you like to join me? I found The Great Sunflower Project at Sugar City Journal. It's fun and only takes 15 minutes.
This picture is from my garden from last year. Count me in!