Bzzzzz

I am married to a man who needs to have a project on the go most of the time.

He loves to fish, but with our freezer overflowing he can't fish all the time, and the weather this time of year doesn't really lean toward fishing.

He has built a big beautiful aviary for our rainbow lorikeets and has learned how to keep the conditions perfect for them so they breed and are happy and healthy.

We have a wonderful vegetable garden with seasonal veggies each year. He pickles vegetables, makes tomato sauce and chutney and finds ways to use the vegetables he grows each season.

Now Kym has discovered a new passion.

Bees.

My husband (who is mildly allergic I might add) has decided he wants to keep bees.

And when he decides he is going to do something, he does it. No holds barred. Boots and all. Full commitment.

I happened to mention this to my Dad (who used to keep bees) and I didn't bargain for his reaction. He is so excited. He is a mine of information and can't wait to share. He wants to know if we will have our hives moved into boxes by the next time he visits so he can come "play" (and yes, that's exactly what he said!) with the bees. Excuse me? Play? Am I missing something here? Do bees sit down and play monopoly? Or tennis maybe? How does one "play" with bees?

You know what. I've made a huge discovery in all this. My husband the project man, is a lot like my father the project man. Good grief. I seem to have married my father.

One thing I do know. The excitement, researching and talking about bees has taken Kym's mind off the fact that we have been unable to finish sowing because it's become too dry. And that can't "bee" a bad thing.

So, stay tuned. Sometime in the spring we will beecome honey producers!