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March 20, 2009

photo posted from my iPhone
Paul is one of the first city beekeepers I met and has helped me a number of times with my hives. He’s a natural, hanging out by clumps of bees unperturbed, the King Aurthur style bee veil casually thrown back, a roll of duct tape…to close the seams of the “supers” so when he moves a different hive in the morning it won’t pop open, spilling hung over lady bees into his shoes. All just down the road from me in a hidden bee yard in the Golden Gate Park.
Paul lent me his observation hive for next week when I become Mr. Bees for a fourth grade class once again. It was a lot of fun last year, and a ltitle difficult to explain the sexual orgy the queen goes through. This year I’m gonna play a video.


  1. really? you’re doing this? that would be awfully cute.

    Comment by p — March 23, 2009 @ 12:50 pm

  2. hopefully it’ll happen this friday.

    Comment by Rolston — March 23, 2009 @ 11:30 pm

  3. rah, rah, rah. they can’t let you near children. you’re too big, they won’t understand. wait, are these tall children?

    Comment by n.d.p. — March 23, 2009 @ 11:40 pm

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