"Bees? Honey! Beehives? It must be a sign. M. had to pick me," I thought when M. posted on Facebook, in search of a temporary yard and host for her first beehives.
I had toyed briefly with the idea of beekeeping since the summer of 2009 when I became the welcome recipient of many jars of local Liberty City Honey which I quickly sold to various friends and neighbors (the beekeeper has since disappeared from my radar but that is a mystery for another day). I had explored beekeeping classes in NYC but somehow hadn't found one that fit into my schedule.
And so I continued to pine after the possibility of of beekeeping... Until this... which seems like the most perfect opportunity to dip my toe into the land of honey without the sting. Maybe I can have my honey and eat it too....
