Our hives sat empty. Waiting on us to place an order. Or for a sympathetic old beekeeper to take pity on us.
In the end, our neighbor stopped by and alerted us to a swarm not 1000 foot from our lonely, unlived in hives.
So that’s how we became beekeepers.
After reading all the books. Buying the equipment and gear. Discussing and rediscussing what breed to order. Fretting over having enough time left. Worrying over what to do in case of a swarm. Swarm schwarm.
The bees came to us.
And we are very happy to have them here on our Tiny Farm.