My dad is a master beekeeper. He builds his own box frames much to my mother’s dismay. It causes a lot of clutter in the garage. But he looks awfully amusing in his bee suit. Rather like an astronaut.

He gets his bees from Georgia, not me, the state. It’s an exciting time when they arrive. We don’t always have to order more, but sometimes you lose a hive or two and need to replenish.

From my Dad: “Just received my girls from Don ‘The Fat Beeman’ Kuchenmeister in Lulu, GA. Don raises the gentlest bees and queens in North America.”

I can’t wait to taste the honey!