I never planned on being a beekeeper or a scientist. I fell into this industry. And just like anyone who has ever harvested honey knows, it's a sticky profession. Honey, when harvesting, has a way of escaping and leaving sweet traces on door handles and shoes. Wax, honey and propolis gets into your clothes. Somehow, the bees just become part of you - you start watching the weather more. You plan for the seasons. You notice what's pushing up through the ground in your neighbor's yard and what's cominginto bloom around town. The weedy lot, strewn with dandelions and clover that you considered an eyesore now makes you smile. You pause to watch a bumble bee work a purplish blossom and wonder how it ever got named red clover. The herbs and sunflowers you planted for your honey bees attract other visitors - hoverflies and sweat bees, monarchs and swallowtails. A quick walk to the mailbox morphs into a 30-minute visit with winged friends, as you watch them dine and flit, mate or fight.
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