I am a Beekeeper

Yes, you heard right, I am a beekeeper. It all started one evening when Superman and I were at a March of Dimes fundraising gala. I saw a beekeeping kit up for silent auction. I went and put our number down to begin the bidding war. Well, it turned out not to be much of a war or battle or even a tug-of-war…but we “won” the prize! (What do you call it when you have the last bid on a silent auction item? A win? A pay out???) Anyway, in addition to the tallest table lamp ever  (again we were the only bidders…hmmmm I see a trend here. Are Superman and I just so lucky or just have really bad different taste?), we were the proud owners of a bee hive kit.In all honesty, this is a perfect idea for us. Superman has been planting fruit and nut trees down at the farm for a couple of years now and the bees will be beneficial to the trees and provide us some honey!I was so excited! I started researching the best books to buy, watching videos and trying to learn all I could about keeping bees. I bought these two books to get me started, Ashley English’s, Keeping Bees and the number one selling beekeeping book on Amazon The Bee Keeper’s Bible. Oh, I did lots of reading and watching, but I was still a bit reluctant to actually take the big step of buying bees.

The following year, Superman and I went again to the March of Dimes fundraising gala and bought another bee hive kit. Everything I had read said that in order to be successful in keeping bees, you must have at least two hives (so you can compare the health of each hive) and to go to a class. I was ready. Superman said that this adventure would be all on me. Go for it. So I did. I looked online to see where I could take a local class. The Carolina Bee Company is the closest one, 45 minutes away in Travelers Rest,SC. Thomas was real excited about this bee stuff, so I signed the two of us up for the class.It was an 8 hour sit down lecture with a few breaks here and there. I found it extremely interesting. Thomas, on the other hand..zzzzzzzzz…..the entire time. Let’s just say he had a very expensive nap. The next day was the scheduled hands on outdoor class with actual bees. Unfortunately the weather made it quite iffy it was going to be held. At home, it was chilly and drizzly, so I assumed it was canceled. Nope! I check my email hours later and see it was held. Darn. 

But I didn’t let that deter me!I got the area at the farm ready for the bees. Sam and I painted the bee boxes. No, the boxes don’t have to white. I happened to have some leftover paint, so I used that. The important thing is that the boxes are sealed on the outside to protect them from weather. Also, it is important to only paint the outside and not the inside of the boxes, so the bees have an unadulterated place to build a colony and make honey. Did you know that the inside of a hive is completely sterile? The worker bees work hard to keep all debris out of the hive, including dead bees, dirt and intruders who’ve made it past the guards. Even if a small mouse were to sneak into the hive, the bees will kill it. But because it is too heavy for the bees to carry out of the hive, the bees encase it in propolis, a sticky glue like substance. The mouse will become entombed and the hive will remain sterile.We located an area that faced south to allow the bees to face the sun to keep warm even in the winter and that was sheltered by a wind break. Sam helped me and Thomas get the hive stands level. In the picture below, I have the boxes facing in opposite directions to help the bees accommodate their navigational systems. (But a few weeks later, I put them parallel to each other, so I could utilize the holes in the concrete blocks. I slipt 2 2X4’s in the holes to make a shelf where I can lay the boxes down as I check the hives without getting them dirty.  As you know, honey is pretty sticky!)The hives are ready and the flowers are blooming….Bring On The Bees!The day finally arrived for me to pick up my bees! There are thousands of bees in each box.There were a few stragglers whom I got for free! Of course within 10 seconds of signing on the dotted line, I got stung. Yeah, it hurt for just a short minute then it went away. Honey bees are not dangerous! They are actually quite friendly. It is all about respect. When I went to pick up the boxes, I inadvertently pressed a bee. He was only protecting himself from impending death by being smooshed.

Now I was going to have to drive close to an hour and a half from Travelers Rest to Gaffney with two boxes of bees in my enclosed car. I was a bit nervous. Although the bees were making quite the buzzing noise when I started the car, they calmed down when I turned up my Christian music. I made it to Gaffney just fine. But reality set in, when I discovered I didn’t have my bee veil! Oh brother! I wasn’t going to let that stop me. The bees had to be installed. 

I tucked my long pants into my wellies, put on one of Superman’s long sleeved shirts and my long leather gloves. I was covered, except for my face.  

The pictures below are from the video Superman shot while we installed the bees…VERY BLURRY. ANND…I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING! Remember this.We got our supplies ready and started the smoker. The smoker is a tough one. It must begin hot, yet cool down enough so as not to burn the bees. We have not mastered this.Next pull out the queen cage. Yes, I am holding a whole lotta bees there! They were just encasing the queens cage. I gently brushed them off then taped her cage to the inside of one of the middle frames.This is the queen cage. Inside she hangs out with a couple of worker bees who are taking care of her. You can’t see it in this photo or the video, but the bee company marked the queen with a yellow dot so I can locate her later in the colony. The white portion of the box is called bee candy. I took a small cork out of that end of the box. The worker bees won both the outside and inside of this cage will eat away at this candy, thus allowing the queen to enter her hive.Now for the fun part. To get the bees into the hive box, I sprayed them lightly with sugar water, which makes their wings heavy to fly away. Superman was smoking away, but I’m afraid it only made them irritated because the smoker may have been too hot. 

Anyway, you take the box in both hands and firmly give it a strong knock downward. The bees will tumble out!Then you just tap tap tap the outside of the box shaking the bees in.

Remember: Superman and I have NO bee suit or veil on and there are tens of thousands of bees flying all around and buzzing in the box! Aiy, yi, yi! Time to put the frames back in. There is a sense of urgency here, because not only did I want to get out of there, (Can I be honest? I felt a little uncomfortable since I had never done this before), I wanted to put the top on to secure them in.

 (I know, I know, there is an entrance at the bottom, so they can come and go as they please, I just felt better having them all snug and tucked in.)Next I mistakenly put a super on top of the brood box. The brood box is where the queen needs to be laying her thousands of eggs a day. The super has more hanging frames for the workers to make comb and honey for themselves. By putting it on now, the queen could begin laying eggs up here. We don’t want that. (The following week, when I did my check, I took this super off.)

Here I am pouring thick sugar water into the feeding tray. Yes, the bees need to be fed! As they are building and establishing their new hive, the bees are using an incredible amount of energy. Do you see the rectangular space on the right side of the tray? It is covered with a screen. The bees can travel from the bottom box, up through that space and feed on the food, but not actually getting into the substance and drown. The sugar water seeps under that screen. We don’t need anyone getting all drunk and crazy on sugar syrup!

The last thing to do is pop the top on and wait a week. And cross your fingers you did everything rightThe bees’ traveling RV’s rest with their doors open below the hive, so the laxidasical guys can find their way home. Knowing jobs of each of the bees, I have a feeling they are the drones. There is one queen for each hive. Her job is to lay thousands of eggs every day. The worker bees are female. They forage for food and pollen, build the wax cells for eggs or to fill with honey, cap the cells with wax, fan the cells with their wings to dehydrate the moisture out of the wax, regulate the temperature of the hive to a perfect 90 degree, protect the hive from intruders, feed  and groom the queen. (You know..make the house a home, bring home the food, cook the food, clean the house, and basically manage the entire operation.) The drones are male. They are heavier and stockier than their female counterparts in the hive. So now guess what the drones only job is.  Go ahead, guess….You got it! To follow the virgin queen out of the hive and mate with her. Huh. I’ll let you absorb this information. 

Here is the link to Video of me installing the bees into the second hive. Superman is credited with the videography. Thanks Babe for being there!

With that said. Let me end this post with two thoughts. 

1. God is so amazing in his design! How can anyone think this happened because of evolution or reincarnation or hocus locus? Only the One God of the universe created life, the stars, trees, humans and bees.

2. Finally, Girls Rock! I’m just sayin…Friends if I can install all those bees without a suit, what can YOU do?!?

Thanks for dropping by! I can’t wait to take you along on this little bee keeping adventure of mine! 

Rice Bowls in Honduras part 2

My last post described what I felt was my reason for being there, loving and encouraging the tias who care for the children at the Good Shepherd’s Children’s HomeBefore Rice Bowls partnered with BMDMI, (Baptist Medical and Dental Mission International) the children were being fed, but due to the cost of running an orphanage the meals were mostly simple tortillas and beans. With Rice Bowls taking over the feeding of the children, funds that used to go to food can now be used elsewhere in the operation of the orphanage. Because of Rice Bowls, the children have fresh fruit and vegetables at every meal. Every morning as we walked from our casona to the cafeteria for breakfast, we would watch the cows getting milked. Then shortly afterwards, we’d see the farmer delivering the milk to the ladies in the cafeteria. Can’t get much fresher than that!Besides the cows, there is a full working farm growing many of the fruits and vegetables the children eat.There are chickens and pigs providing eggs and meat for meals also.A variety of healthy food allows these children to learn, play, sleep and grow. Rice Bowls not only fills the kid’s tummies, but it nourishes their souls. The teens on our team, plus JP, who’s really a big kid at heart, led the P.E. classes a couple of days that week.Teachers in our group taught classes.Others tutored children in different subjects.Meal times helped build relationships.As Aaron was trying to show off his wheelie skills, he came to realize as he fell flat on his back, that most of the bikes don’t have brakes that work. Immediately, he got the older kids to bring him some tools. He taught the boys how to tighten the brakes, fix a flat and how to do a wheelie. Aaron was a hero that afternoon.Babies were held, kissed and played with. The children come to this orphanage because a government agency has pulled them from their home due to neglect, abuse. A parent brings the children because they can’t afford to feed them. Sometimes the children are found wandering the streets or found looking for food in a local garbage dump. This orphanage is giving these children a second chance.Many of the children have no family, so they have no one who will visit. Time and again the children feel rejected and unwanted. So what does Rice Bowls do? We have a Buddy Night! The team members got paired up a child who usually doesn’t get visitors or hasn’t left the orphanage in a long while. This is my sweet pal, Gabbi. We all loaded a bus and headed to the local Mercado. Many of these kids had never been in a store before, much less been able to pick out a few treats for themselves. Although the kids could choose whatever they wanted, ice cream, soda or chips, many picked items that they could share with their friends in the casita!After our little shopping trip, we loaded the bus again and headed to the local pizza joint. Here Fernando and Thomas are picking out what toppings they want on their pizzas.Again, something we take for granted, ordering pizza, was a really big deal for some of the kids.  This restaurant was wonderful. Not only was the food good, the prices crazy cheap, it had a fun playground for the kids to run all over. On the way home, a 4 year old fell asleep on his buddy’s lap, teens giggled as selfies were taken and many of the kids were excited to share the leftover pizza with their casita.The girls who grow up at the Good Shepherds Children’s Home don’t have many positive father influences in their life. So the missionaries who run the school decided to have a Daughters Of the King dance. All day Friday was spent helping the teachers decorate and getting all the girls from kindergarten to sixth grade ready. They had their nails painted, hair done and put on their fanciest dresses.Here are my casita 1 girls all dressed up!Dads of the students who attend the school from the village wait for the festivities to begin. Don’t let their quiet demeanor fool you. Honduran men can play a mean game of Musical Chairs as good as any of them.All of our guys from the team, the older guy teens who live in the orphanage and the male workers got all fancied up too. They met the girls with flowers and a heart necklace. Then hand in hand they walked to the dance together. Here is a video one of the teachers made of the dance. It is so sweet. What girl doesn’t want to feel beautiful and dance all night with some handsome guys?One morning as I was helping with the washing and drying of the breakfast dishes, I watched the tias begin the preparations for lunch. Cabbage was being expertly thinly chopped and plantains were cut into slices. Watermelon and cantaloupe was being cut into a large bowl. Handmade papusas were being stuffed with cheese then grilled to a delicious golden brown. I was  overcome with emotion.  

These sweet little children were getting nutritious food for their bodies and love for their souls.

This is Rice Bowls.