My phone rang at 5:15 this morning. Incredulous and startled, I ignored it, even though I recognized the name of the apiarist who sells honey at my farmers market. I hadn’t spoken with him since last fall when we agreed that he would install two hives in my garden this year.
Then, at 6:00, there was a knock on my door (thankfully, I was now up but still in my PJs). I was greeted with a hearty “Get up! It’s the Honey Man!”
I am dealing with an utterly unapologetic farmer.
And by 6:25am we became beekeepers — but only in the sense of ‘we have bees on our property’ and not in the sense of ‘I know how to take care of bees’. So for now, I think maybe I should just call myself a ‘hive hostess’.
It’s now 7:39am EST– how has your Monday morning been so far?
Originally dated: May 9th, 2011
