It’s official. As of last night, I am a beekeeper. It feels very strange to write those words. My mental image of a beekeeper used to be some sort of slightly feral sage, an interesting sort of semi-holy person standing quietly in the midst of a raging storm of flying, buzzing, stinging creatures. In other words, … Continue reading For a minute, they were the world’s tiniest motorcycle gang: Now, our new backyard crew is in the hive