when i was a little kid, a guy down the street (who was already fascinating to us because he named his cat quasar) had a hive in his backyard. it was the first time i realized that regular people could be beekeepers. that idea stuck with me, and for years and years now, i've wanted to keep a hive or three, but circumstances (usually apartment living) prohibited it.
now i have my own house, my own fenced yard, my own money, and a lovely lavender hive with a queen named iris. next year she'll have a neighbor in a spring green hive named lucy. and yes, i dragged my whole **** family to home depot to choose the paint, baha.
edit - oops, can't say the D-word, huh? geez, talk about family-friendly, ha.
[ July 24, 2006, 09:19 AM: Message edited by: rache ]