Urban beekeeping in New Mexico's largest city.
I wrote this after losing my grandma. I find solace in beekeeping and watching bees, possibly like some of you. I hope all of you are doing well in these times.
On Tuesday I got 11 hives ready for winter.
I condensed Langstroth hives to fewer boxes, shifted honey around so that every hive had enough, and arranged top bars in a way that benefits them as they form their winter cluster.
As these bees slow down and get ready to rest—I knew my grandma was doing the same. The nurses said she may not make it until morning.
I carried on with my beekeeping because it’s therapeutic. When I couldn’t hold my grandma close as she took her last breaths, I was able to pray and say goodbye as I watched these bees end their day...with a beautiful sunset in the background. My grandma’s last.
Just like our breath carries in needed oxygen to our bodies—these bees carry in needed nutrients from plants; their coming and going like our own respiration...
My grandma passed on yesterday, the following morning.
Sorry for the loss, but I am glad you found comfort.
Thanks so much. I am too--
I just saw this. Our sincere condolences. What you wrote was beautiful and may the good memories of your grandmother live on.
I really appreciate your kinds words. So many good memories... I hope you and yours are doing well.
Just saw this Amy. I hope your heart is finding solace these days, also among the bees, which btw, have symbolized resurrection for centuries:)