Five years ago, when my beekeeping boyfriend informed me that he was putting a beehive on the roof, I wasn’t sure about living next to 30,000 buzzing, stinging insects in the middle of Mile End.
As it turned out, the bees thrived on city living, and none of them even crossed paths with me.
The bees on our roof found so much nectar in the trees and gardens of the neighbourhood that by the end of the summer the hive was heavy with honey.
But getting a 45-pound box of honey down from the roof of a triplex wasn’t easy. So, for a while, resident beekeeper Francis Miquet installed the hive on our balcony which, I have to say, was a little too close for comfort.
This summer, he moved all three of his hives to a more secluded spot behind an artist’s studio.
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