I have shared that I am a teacher and I am mentoring my scholars to be beekeepers. Teaching is challenging but not as challenging as the lives of young people growing up in Brownsville. I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of support that our school has received the last few days from Humans of New York. I rode horses in 4-H when I was the age of my students. One evening I thought I would close the stall door a new way. My dad was awakened the next day by the stable calling to tell us that my horse got out of the stall and eat himself sick on grain. Horses can’t throw up, their intestines tie in knots, and they can die. All morning the vet had been pumping my horses stomach. I was devastated. I learned so much by taking care of that animal. I developed tenacity, responsibility, and grit. My scholars can’t even go outside in the summer because it is too dangerous. They have no way to have these experiences unless we provide them for them. When you see this label at honey fest you can meet my scholars. All the sales of the honey go directly to them. I especially want to thank Elsa, Samantha, and Gavin for supporting this initiative through Donors Choose.
I ran by the hives as the blizzard approached to add top entrances to my quilt boxes. It made me feel nostalgic for the days I went to my grandparent’s farm growing up to check on my horse in the dead of winter. I have to say, that was colder, my feet would feel like blocks of ice after going out to the barn. I am happy to say that they all seem to be doing fine. It’t too early to count the chickens. Here’s hoping that they all pull through.