This was a big day. My graduation from bee school. This was far from a cap and gown affair, though. Donned in my bee veil I joined my colleagues, fifty or so other hobbyists of varying degrees of eccentricity, to receive not a diploma, but a box of 18,000 bees, and their queen. Yes, this was a moment of truth. After hours of Saturday morning bee classes and much reading on the subject, do I really have the nerve to handle a big box of bees? Not just handle them. In order to place these creatures in the hive we have built for them, I must shake this big box of bees. Vigorously shake it. Yes, this takes some faith and some trust and something else I'm not sure I have. In the end, our bees went peacefully to their home. Now they're tucked in inside their hive on the hill and tonight I'm feeling like a bee mama, fighting the urge to go check on them one more time. I know that's not wise, though, so I'll worry a bit about my bees until the dandelions arrive.