Last year in the bee yard, I got stung on the back of my hand.That was my memory as I checked on the hive for the first time this year; a bee landed on my hand and my first reaction was to JUMP and shake my hand. My second reaction was to laugh, because I wouldn't be a beekeeper if I was afraid of getting stung.
As I kept working, I grew more comfortable and forgot about being stung. When I stopped being afraid, I was able to remember the beauty of what I was doing.
Checking a beehive has turned into one of my favorite things. I let my mind take a rest while I go through the motions of lighting the smoker and pulling out each frame one by one to admire the productivity.
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