The summer I first dipped my toe into beekeeping was the same summer our lives started to unravel. Slowly. Imperceptible at first in the chaos of the every day. At that time, we lived a good 12-hour drive from my parents on the Eastern coast of Canada and their two, then four, then eight hives. The first time I helped out, I had taken our son, Ollie, home for a long weekend to visit. His first flight and my first time traveling alone with a toddler.
on the bees of summer
on the bees of summer
on the bees of summer
The summer I first dipped my toe into beekeeping was the same summer our lives started to unravel. Slowly. Imperceptible at first in the chaos of the every day. At that time, we lived a good 12-hour drive from my parents on the Eastern coast of Canada and their two, then four, then eight hives. The first time I helped out, I had taken our son, Ollie, home for a long weekend to visit. His first flight and my first time traveling alone with a toddler.