What do I love about bees?
I drove a transit bus in downtown Vancouver for 11 years! :shock:
After several assaults and the usual stresses involved with the position I was burning out. Then I stumbled upon beekeeping.
What I love about it is that when I go out to my hives, the whole world stops! From the moment I lift that first outer cover off, time and troubles cease to exist for me. I can go out to my hives and swear I was only there for an hour at best and my poor wife will inform me it's actually been 3 1/2!
I l0ve just watching them for hours on end, bringing in pollen, nectar and propolis, building comb, tending to the young, propolizing up holes for the winter and tearing it open for the summer. Standing in the middle of a swarm and then being able to catch them. Running my finger through some fresh honey in the spring.
I must say Perry has incapsulated my 'state' in the bee yard. It is almost like time stands still for just a while. That hasn't changed much in.... well more years than I care to admit.
actually the thing I use to like best about bee keeping was the lingering smell of bee go on my white uniform and the odd expression on folks face who would sell you a 'coke' after you had pulled honey.
thinking about it just a bit there is a good list of smells associated with bee keeping that I likely quite a bit. the smell of a heavily brooding hive, the slightly sour smell of a honey house, the smell of a newly opened box of foundation.....
For me, it's not the smoke smell, but the "hive smell" on my hands. I work the girls bare-handed, and always end up with propolis under and around my fingernails that doesn't wash off for days. I can be at work, sitting in a boring meeting, striking a thoughtful pose of holding my chin in my hand, when I'm really just smelling the hive...
The smells are wonderful, yes. But my absolue favorite thing is when the girls festoon! I think it's just the prettiest thing when they're all "holding hands" and forming a sort of bee lace! It amazes me every time!
I am going to answer this one with a question. Where else you going to find and manipulate that many ladies working together without argument. especially for a man that is going to take it all in the end. it is a labor of love for me. ancing:
now I must duck before I get hit with a hammer :drinks:
The buzzing noise, definitely. When all the bees are happily working and not really paying attention to you then you can know that all is well in the bee world. There is something about knowing that all is well for the bees that gives me peace in knowing that all will be well for me too.
this is worse than tater chips!! I can't name just ONE!
I love the smells, I love watching the bees and feeling like somehow I am being allowed to view a totally separate and secret world that is NOTHING like the one I walk around in.
I love the multitudes of colors and textures in the hives, and on the bees! I love to look at the bees and see the very subtle differences between each of them!
I love to watch the unity with which the bees work and live.... you NEVER see that in people.
I love the sight of the empty supers stacked in the shed and the hopeful feeling that I get when I stand in the shed door to see that....but at the same time I love to look at the old, worn, tired looking boxes that all stand in the stack looking like they are really enjoying their rest. I love the usefulness of all of the different parts and pieces of equipment where nothing is wasted, or pointless.
I love all the little noises that come from the hives! The sounds of drone wings, the different tones and types of buzzing, the queens piping, to me they all sound like a wonderful symphony, perfectly orchestrated by the Lord just to further display His perfection and the reminder that on my own I can only create chaos in comparison.
I love (and will miss tremendously) all of the tactile things about the bees and the hives! The feel of the wax and propolis on my fingers, the feel of the tiny little bee legs walking along my knuckles, the sensation that's sort of like a chill when a little bee rolls around on the skin of my inner forearm and her little hairs tickle mine. I love the smooth, silky feel of the honey on my fingers and how much stickier it always seems when it's in my hair. I love the feel of the wooden hives against the palms of my hands, and the gritty feeling of the tops of the outer covers......
I think most of all though, I love the anticipation building up as I walk down the little hill in my backyard to go see the bees knowing that all of the other things I love about them are waiting for me to get there.
Amazing, I just walked in from the beeyard in the back field, turned on the puter and there is this post.
As I got to the end of the yard and turned around, the sun was just right and I could see the thousands of bees in the air coming and going. I stood there and watched, then wondered if a camera could catch the scene.
DANG IT, ya'll took all my answers.
I love that when I leave my world (the grind and hurry)and enter into the ladies domaine of harmony,peace and community that everything just slows down. One of the few places that you can witness LIFE from start to finish, from an egg being laid gently in a cell to a tired/worn field bee kicking its last on the bottom board and every stage between. It is just peaceful (for the most part). Jim
I like learning something new every time I open the hive, go to a bee meeting, or bee club activity. I also like that non-beekeeper types tell me I am doing the coolest thing in the world when secretly they are thinking, "She's nuts!"