Oh were do I start with this one. I guess I could start by saying look at the Queen Bees. If you can't tell, that's Mary and me. All dressed up and looking just like good ol dad used to when we worked bees with him as kids. I'm still asking myself what we thought we were doing getting into bee keeping. I'm blaming it on Mary leading me astray.

I think she made me think it would be fun, and in all honesty I think she was right.

To start the adventure Mary drove home with the bees on a trailor in the middle of the night. She bought them from my dad who lives in Utah and her story is funny, I hope she blogs about it. When she got home we knew we had to unload them so we got up at the butt crack of dawn to unload them (They are all in the hive at night). It was so funny watching us old folks try to unload four hives of bees. Steve and I got stung but nothing to bad. Mary and I laughed at the guys trying to not get stung (Big Babies Anyway).
Mary and I have done the first check and feeding. I'm the one looking like I'm working. Let me say that those little bees are very alive. We had the hardest time getting the smoker lit and we kept smoking each other trying to keep them from trying to get us. Mary did get stung on her under arm, she's a big baby too, saw lights and got all light headed.

We hope we can make a go of this. It would be nice to have honey to have for storage or to give away or even sale (I wonder how much money........) No really we are doing it for fun.