My phone rang at 5:15 this morning.  Incredulous and startled, I ignored it, even thought I recognized the name of the apiarist that sells honey at my farmers market.  I haven’t spoken with him since last fall when we agreed that he would install two hives in my garden this year.

Then, at 6:00 there was a knock on my door (thankfully, I was now up — but still in my PJ’s).  I was greeted with a hearty ” Get up! It’s the Honey Man!”

I am dealing with an utterly unapologetic Farmer.

and by 6:25 we became beekeepers — but only in the sense of ‘we have bees on our property’ and not in the sense of  ‘I know how to take care of bees’….so for now, I think maybe I should just call myself a ‘hive hostess’.

Its 7:39 EST– how has your Monday morning been so far?