OH YEAH! Lo and beer-hold, there be bees!
Background: I've wanted bees for quite a while now, but I haven't been able to have them since I live in the Town of Bel Air. There is a Town law that says residents cannot keep bees.
This is just silly.
Ok, so on Craigslist there were bee hives for sale in Maryland, and I was the first to respond. They were quite a drive away, at Whitmore Farm. I checked out Whitmore Farm online and it looked so cool that I felt I needed to go there and check the place out.
Good decision Adrienne, good decision.
Below is a roundabout pictorial tour of the visit my friends (Emily, and her sister Patty) and I took to see about the bee hives:
They'd recently had many births on the farm. Animal births. The farmer, Will, brought over a baby lamb (Baa baa, baa baa baaa baaaa) for Patty to feel (since she can't see).
(was that you Kent?).
Guys, if you decide to repoint this, use lime mortar;
I think this is earlier than the common use of Portland cement.
Bee hives and neat stone ruins.
|So Farmer Will and I loaded the first hive (the one in the foreground) into m'truck. |
I felt the second hive (behind the tree) to see if it was heavy or anything;
it had a little heft so Will said we should check it.
I lifted the supers (the two top sections) and we peeked in - guess what! BEES!
I was expecting to buy two hives, a smoker, and a hood, and I got a bonus:
Took me a while to come down from that high.
Oh, we also got lunch at The Shamrock. We had fish n' chips.
It. Was. Delicious.