This is what I do.

Every day.

Several times a day, to be exact. I pull up a chair with a cup of coffee in the morning. Around noontime, I make a quick stop to make sure all is well. In the evenings and late afternoons, I curl up beside the hive, to see what news the honeybees may have.

I pretend that I’m letting them grow accustomed to me; that when we harvest the honey they will be so familiar with my smell they will let us have the honey with no resistance.

I don’t want to be stung, because that would mean one of my poor little bees would have to die.

If you come to visit, this is what we’ll do. We’ll watch the bees. 🙂