Nothing will stop urban beekeeping fanatics from making their own organic honey — not traffic, not smog, not even the law.
By Lenora Todaro
July 8, 2007 | “Beekeeping is a completely sensuous experience,” says Roger Repohl, a beekeeper at the Genesis Community Garden behind St. Augustine’s Catholic Church in the South Bronx, in New York. “You touch and taste the honey, listen to the bees hum, smell the smoke.” Clad in his “vestments” — a white beekeeper suit, veiled hat, thick canvas gloves — he squeezes a “smoker,” a bellows attached to a can that he’s filled with pine needles and lighted with a match. The smoke warns the bees that the keeper is approaching to inspect the hive, but the aroma evokes Christmas. “I use pine needles,” he says, “because they smell good and you might as well be an aesthete about the experience.” Continued
I love this article, amazing creatures and mmm, honey….
It shows how careful we need to be to preserve some of our ways of life.