I just finished reading The Accidental Beekeeper by Marina Marchese and I just finished having a cup of tea with honey in it. So, of course my mind is racing. Could I get a beehive? Where would I put it? Is my yard big enough? How much honey will we get? How many candles could we make? When I was younger my uncle kept bees, but he had acres of land so the kids didn’t have ever get too close to the bees. My kids would be right near the hive and so would all of my neighbors’ kids and dogs. There are probably not enough boxes of peppermint bark to give away if one of my neighbors’ kids get stung.
And yet, I cannot stop thinking about it. I have my eyes on my garage roof. That one car garage roof has become a mansion in my mind. I have had so many plans with what we could do with it. A rooftop garden, a chicken coop, a playroom, a mushroom farm were among the latest. If only my husband were an architect…oh, wait, he is. Unfortunately, he is the kind of architect who tells me the roof as it stands cannot structurally support any of my wild ideas or apparently my body weight. We would need to build a new structure from scratch. And, it would cost money. If only my kids were not going to need to go to college in the future.
I am still trying to work out where to put a beehive. I wonder if we could build an indoor one like they have at the zoo? It is a hive with pvc tubing to the outside for the bees to come and go. Kind of like a dryer vent. There is no way my husband could say no to that, right? I mean how much damage could thousands of bees really cause if they got loose in our basement?