Sunday with my bees
I don’t think I’ve shared this before,
but my partner and I have 153 beehives.
It all started a few years ago — with just 10.
This past winter, something happened,
and unfortunately, only 28 active hives were left in the spring.
We were shocked.
We expect some losses every year,
but usually it’s around 10–15%.
This year was… different.
Now we’ve managed to rebuild to around 40 hives.
We also decided to try a different bee breed —
one that is known to be calmer.
I have to admit, in the beginning, I was scared to be around them.
Even with the protective suit.
But over the years — almost four now —
I’ve learned how to work with them.
And now… I love it.
The sound they make is incredibly calming.
It quiets my mind.
Helps me focus.
Makes everything else fade away.
Yesterday, I got stung for the first time.
Surprisingly, I had almost no reaction —
which is a relief.
And thankfully, no allergy.
My partner and I spent six hours with the bees.
I was exhausted by the end of the day,
but in the best way.
All I wanted was to see my boy.
He had been with his grandparents,
so we quickly showered and went to get him.
Bees are fascinating creatures.
The way they care for their hive,
the way they build their honeycombs —
it’s incredible.
We are also very lucky with the location.
Our hives are near the Danube River,
close to an acacia forest,
surrounded by fruit trees and flowers.
It’s hard work.
Challenging work.
But I remind myself —
it matters.
It’s something good for the planet.
And that keeps me going.
If moments like this make you slow down and just be:
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