I have always been fascinated with the industriousness of bees. In the fourth grade, there was a school-wide competition where students were invited to submit their nominations (with accompanying illustration) for what our mascot should be. I nominated the bee of course, and with it included my drawing of an anatomically correct Apis mellifera, copied out of my parents' encyclopedia. The students took a vote, and the bee was indeed voted in as our mascot. Except it wasn't my bee that won, but a fellow classmate's cartoon version.
As spring sits on the horizon, I am wrestling with the idea of getting hives for my tiny backyard garden. The start up costs are high and the reward sweet, but I worry about how my landlord (not to mention neighbors) would feel about these new tenants. In the meantime, a girl can dream.
[via dreams for weary sailors]
[urban beekeeping via The Selby]