In an attempt to make some extra money to make the move to Ireland a little less painless, my wife and I have been doing some odd jobs. Her grandmother has been great and has allowed us to clean their church as well as help around on her farm. Today, while my wife sold strawberries and after I hacked away at a field of asparagus, I wandered around with a camera. Following a little path next to some wooded land, I stumbled upon a lost colony. There were about six or seven bee boxes, crawling with bees. I had no idea that her grandparents raised bees. I questioned her grandmother about it, hoping we could get some honey, (her grandmother would not even know how to harm a bee, so I would be fine with taking their honey) but she told me she lets some guy use her land for his bees. Sadly, she doesn't even get any honey out of the deal.
Here are some of the brightly colored hives in an area that I would not have expected them. The colored boxes remind me of something...I'm thinking Sesame Street.
There is something militaristic about the swarming of bees and the letters and numbers.