I regularly adore going to the farm to be with my grandma during summer.
And to be honest, it’s an occasion to be away from the city.
My mom works a lot of hours and I find summers alone at home quite boring. So, from the time I was six, I regularly insisted I wanted to go and be with Grandma. Mom would say it’s better to go to camp and learn something new. But, there was just as much to learn with all the animals and plants at the farm. I even have a cow and some goats that belong to me. I get to take care of them during summer, and Grandma looks after them when I go back home. This past summer, I arrived at the farm early as usual, just in time to witness some new life; my goat gave birth to twins and I was so blissful. One afternoon when my pal and I were out feeding the goats, grandma noticed a honey bee hive. The hive was still small, however too close to the animals for comfort. So, she had to act fast to get someone to remove the bees for relocation, and grandma told me about a guy who does honey bee removal in the area and takes them to his honey farm. For a small fee, he would come and take the bees away thus protecting the animals on the farm. Bee removal requires knowledge, so he felt much better leaving this issue for the guy to handle. I suited up with him when he got ready to rescue those bees and I got to enjoy the experience with him.