03/02/2026
I’ve wanted a beehive since I was a little girl
Other girls wanted ponies.
I wanted bees.
And today I’m absurdly, joyfully, can’t-wipe-the-grin-off-my-face CHUFFED to say:
I have foster bees...
Thank you, Jessie Swart for organising this lil dream for me.
Tiny, humming, world-holding creatures going about their ancient business — pollinating, building, knowing things. The sort of beings that very wise people would absolutely stop to talk to. Politely. Because bees know things, and it pays to be on good terms.
If you need me, I’ll be outside, chatting softly to the hive like a sensible witch does...
