Bobby catches the Bee-keeping bug

As a child, I remember going to my Grandparents house every summer in the suburbs of Savannah, GA. Their backyard seemed like an odd place to have them, but 4 big white bee hives backed up to the chain link fence. At that age, I really didn’t know what they were or what they did, but it was always interesting for a 5 or 6 year-old bug-lover to see what seemed like thousands of bees buzzing about in the mid-day heat. My only direct interaction with them was an occasional bout of courage that would propel me to throw a pine cone in their direction and hit the side of the hive. Other than that, I knew like every other child, that I liked honey. Its sweet, distinct flavor that came from a jar in Grandma’s cupboard was hard to resist.

Around the same time, but very far away, my lovely wife, who grew up in Germany, also had many childhood memories of buzzing bees. Her Opa was a bee enthusiast as well, though on a much larger-scale than the one in Savannah. I’m told that at one point, Opa had over 100 hives throughout different meadows in the Black Forest. Wald honig, or forest honey, is some of the most flavorful sweetness that you will ever experience.

I guess it’s in our blood.

And so, around 5 or 6 years ago, I started reading about how to become a beekeeper. I thought it would be fun. What I didn’t know however, is that the more I read, the more I learned, and yes, the more YouTube videos I watched, the more I became sucked into the science, the biology, and the mystery of what goes on in the hive. A simple word of warning, don’t get too close or you will get stung by a bug called beekeeping…..