In the midst of thousands of unhappy bees swirling around my head the other day, my daughter called out, "Mom, the guy from AT&T is here. He wants to go out back and check our telephone pole." "Now's not a good time!" I replied. The idea of a stranger-sans-beesuit in our yard at that moment was not a good one.
But the next thing I know, there's a man standing there, watching me. "My Grandpa used to keep bees," he stated matter-of-factly. (Seems like everybody's grandfather kept bees....) "And I used to have a couple of hives myself."
As he watched me continue to try to work the bees in their current cranky condition, "I wouldn't mess with them today if I were you" he advised.
Thanks for that! It wasn't my choice, you know......I had a tv crew coming out to see me extract honey, and so, honey, I'd better provide. He wanted to know what kind of equipment I had, and what about books.
Ah yes, books. There were several on my wish list, including "The Hive and the Honey Bee", sort of the beekeeping bible and a bit pricey as well. I told him I really didn't have any books to speak of. "Well, I've got a bunch that I'd like to get rid of. They're not being used..." "You looking to sell them?" I asked. "No, I wanted to give them away. They're not doing me any good. Somebody should enjoy them."
We decided that he might be better off checking somebody else's telephone pole in the neighborhood, and off he went.
Next day, the doorbell rang. There he was, bearing ten books, including "The Hive and the Honey Bee". Not only that, but his wife used to work for the county extension, and there were all kinds of handouts about what sort of plants to grow in our area to attract bees, and a host of other useful information.
And so, Joe, wherever you are, keeping phone lines safe for democracy, I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my beehive. You're Awesome!