When Jeff bought the first 2 hives in 2009, my family thought he was trying to kill me. My mom wanted to verify that the kids were still my beneficiaries. Why didn’t he just get a dog?
Having a few bees in the garden wasn’t that bad. They left me alone, I left them alone. Win-win. They get the pollen, I get the flowers, tomatoes, squash and peppers. Not being able to use Sevin, for the Japanese beetles, was annoying at first. Although I missed my weed prevention chemical, I found, natural, organic methods to control the weeds, bugs and slugs.
That summer, the small kitchen garden produced more tomatoes, squash, green beans and peppers than we could eat. My zinnias, cosmos and sunflowers were astonishingly beautiful. The bees multiplied, even blessing us with their honey.
Over the first year, I learned to control the terror, or at least keep it to a dull roar, and upgraded to an Epi pen, if. I worked outside in the garden, hung out on the glider, and played with my puppy. Not one sting.
It took 3 more summers before I got stung. Although my body went into adrenaline shock from the years of belief that I was deathly allergic, and could die, nothing happened. It hurt. Pretty normal. A little swelling, a little itching. It was pretty anti-climatic.
Why am I telling you this? The bees have taught me to live, and do, despite my fears. And when the worst thing that could happen, did happen? Nothing happened.
What I believed wasn’t true. My beliefs were wrong. How about you? What are you believing?
Until next time….
The Beekeepers Wife
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