Re-capturing the Buzz

Re-capturing the Buzz

So, the phone rang yesterday which gave me a surprise as usually it's the Ginger ringing me but he was asleep on the couch and like most husbandly-type people can only do one thing at a time, especially snoozing at which he is very good, so I knew it wasn't him. 

I answered anyway but the man on the other end of the phone didn't help the general confusion as he didn't seem to know who I was and when pressed seems slightly unsure about who he was. But finally we worked out together that he was Bob, the bee guy: my very first port of call when I started researching The Wedding Bees more than three years ago. 

He hadn't meant to ring me at all but we had ever such a lovely chat and when I told him the book I had only started writing when I met him had just come out in the US he said he would tell the bees. "Say hi to them from me," I said. "Good as gold," came his reply. 

Meanwhile, the Ginger kept stacking more zzzzzzzzzzzzs.

The guy in the photo is not Bob, by the way, as I seem to have lost all my pictures from that year in a small iPhoto snafu. This is Jimmy Johnson whom I met at the NYC Beekeepers Association and who showed me his bees at the Narrows Botanical Gardens in Brooklyn. It was the first, and in fact only, time I've ever seen a bee poo.



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