My first beekeeping adventure began with a discovery at our ranch in Comanche County, Texas, when I was 14. We were cleaning out a room in the old house to store an abundant harvest of hay, since the barn was full. There was a hive box and super, frames with rotten comb, along with a smoker, veil, hive tool, gloves, and two frame extractor. I found a copy of THE HIVE AND THE HONEYBEE on a shelf. After thumbing through the book that night, I brought it all up to the house, cleaned it up, and ordered a package of bees from Kelley. They did very well until Scooter, my least favorite horse, kicked the hive over and the bees left before I could get to it.
In high school I did not have time for bees, playing football, basketball, and running track. But in college I ordered a package of Midnight bees and they did well in the Cotton fields and Mesquite patches of Scurry County and Taylor County where I was a country parson/student pastor. But when I went to seminary I gave them to my old high school track coach, who put them on the farm of my old football coach. I had expanded to two colonies by then!
After seminary I thought, surely, I'd have time for bees and wanted to get my children involved. The children were not interested and the church had other ideas about my time. The bees made more swarms than honey so I gave them up, again.
This time?