My dad often reminds me that "the days are long, but the years are short." That seems especially true of late. Another year of life and beekeeping has come and gone; and while 2025 has been a time of great joy and celebration, it has also been a year of profound loss. I said goodbye to several dear friends and mentors and have watched others struggle in unimaginable ways. When one is young, it seems trite to be reminded to count one's daily blessings while they last. With tim

Beekeeping is a curious sport. As I enter my tenth year of tending to the busy little bugs, I am reminded nearly daily of how crazy and...

Here I sit, a few short hours from 2024. The unofficial neighborhood fireworks have begun to welcome another year of possibilities and hope. The bees are nestled all snug in their beds as visions of flowers dance in their heads. 2023 has been a wild ride. I completed my Master Beekeeper Certification through the University of Montana, and the bees and I hosted several educational workshops for bee-curious community members of all ages who visited the apiaries to learn about t

“I fell into a burning ring of fire.” –Johnny Cash As I type this sentence at 9:20pm, it is 93.2°. This is the cool part of the day....

Thirty-seven years ago, with a sparkling glint in his eye, President Reagan declared that “The nine most terrifying words in the English...

“Know when to hold ‘em; know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away; know when to run.” –The Gambler A fortnight and seven years ago, I...