I tried writing a story about Michael, but words just can't sum up our ridiculous relationship. He's Jamie's best friend, a writer, has an adorable dog named Luna, lived with us for a brief period of time in our first house, and I got to introduce him to beekeeping for the first time ever while he stayed with us for a couple days after the wedding. Michael arrived ten minutes before the ceremony began. He drove here at 100 mph from upstate New York because he thought the wedding was on Sunday instead of Saturday. (Obviously I corrected him at 10am Saturday morning...)
Anyhow, our bees seem to be thriving. I'm going to order a queen excluder this week, because there's a bit of brood in the honeycomb, but other than that it looks (and tastes) great. Each frame is SO heavy with honey. It's amazing. I need to rent the local honey extractor so we can harvest it soon!
The adrenaline rush I get from being with our bees is beyond comparison. I'm calm and in-tune with how they're feeling, but boy, when I scrape a bit of wandering wax off the top of a frame and they get all huffy about it I get a little nervous. Thankfully, we were given these extremely well-made beesuits as a wedding present. There's no way any bees are getting inside! As a beginning beekeeper, a good beesuit is a nice thing to have.