The Past

It all started long ago, when my great grandfather lost his living. It was the second time somebody came and without asking, took everything.  He decided to build apiaries and start to breed bees. "Let them come to take my bees. They are free and working." he used to say.

Some of apiaries where like small houses, some where on wheels moving to the better harvest. It is a long time from now, but the legacy can be found. One of the stable ones, right next to an anciant orchard. We renew it with a help of family and friends. From that time this shed live on, witness sun and rain. Hidden right between two oaks heading south and freedom.