

Beekeeping continued through my father, who, despite being a busy medical doctor, kept the tradition alive.
In the difficult economic years of the 1990s, honey once again became a source of resilience for our family.
Some of my earliest memories include helping my father sell honey at the farmers’ market. One day, I dozed off behind the stand, and a few jars went missing. I was anxious, worried my father would be upset, but he reassured me instead, showing me that beekeeping and family were intertwined in ways that went beyond a few missing jars.
In fact, it was our honey business that helped us save up for our first family car.
Years later, I continued the tradition in my own backyard, starting with just a couple of hives. Beekeeping became a way to connect with my heritage and feel close to the memories and values passed down through my family.
I found that there’s something incredibly satisfying about watching the bees work and, in return, receiving the golden reward of honey each season.
However, keeping bees is never without challenges. Last winter, I found several of my hives destroyed by a bear—a heartbreaking reminder of the natural risks these remarkable insects face.
