My dear husband is in charge of our 6 hives of honeybees. It looks like our bees fared quite well this winter. They came through with plenty of leftover honey, pollen and lots of new brood.
Our youngest boy, known as FlyingBoy as he rarely does anything slowly, has been afraid of bees. Today he and I walked out to observe dear husband at work in the hives.
“Why does daddy have on that suit?”
“Because he is going into the bees house and they don’t like it. They protect their house by flying very close to and sometimes even trying to sting him. But his suit protects him so he doesn’t feel their stings.”
“Why don’t we have on suits?”
“Because we are not touching the bees house. We are going to sit back here and observe quietly. We don’t have on any stinky smells like cologne or perfume that would make them worry that we might be an animal that would steal their honey.”
We sit perfectly still for a few moments, listening to the deep buzzzzz.
“Do you want to go a little closer and look at the frame that holds the bee babies, the honey and the pretty pollen?”
“Okay, if you come with me.” he whispers, encircling my ear with his hand.
We creep forward slowly, in complete silence. Now we’re are sitting about 2 feet from the hive and daddy is holding a frame out for us to see it up close. It has many bees crawling on it.
In hushed voice I say, “Ohhhh! Look at the pretty colors! Those different shades of yellow and green are pollen that the bees have collected from all kinds of plants. Pretty cool, huh?”
Long pause, while FlyingBoy quietly observes.
“Mom? I’m not afraid anymore.”