Picture me, Billy, a dad with a magnetic pull for bee stings, and my two boys, stumbling into beekeeping like a trio of well-meaning, slightly chaotic stewards of the land on the outskirts of Manchester, New Hampshire. It all started when we decided our backyard; home to a rusty swing set and many patches of clovers needed a serious facelift; a change. We wanted to dive deep into the natural world, so we adopted thousands of tiny, buzzing beautiful bees. Beekeeping sounded like a grand adventure; us connecting with the earth, channeling our inner wilderness sages. Reality? It’s less sage, more “yow, not again!” as I’ve become the family’s official sting pincushion. My pain is your gain—every jar of our natural goodness comes with a side of my heroic grimaces.
Nestled where Manchester’s hustle fades into New Hampshire’s wild embrace, we keep our beekeeping as pure as the granite hills around us. No chemicals, no shortcuts; just raw, natural products straight from nature’s playbook. My boys have a hawk’s eye for spotting queen bees and are obsessed with the hive’s geometric wizardry, extracting honey and I’m SLOWLY perfecting the art of staying zen while a bee or ten sneaks into my suit. We’re learning this hobby one sting at a time, surrounded by wildflowers and driven by a passion for the outdoors that runs as deep as a New England winter.
Bees are nature’s superheroes, pollinating crops, sustaining ecosystems, and crafting treasures like honey, beeswax, and other natural gems we’re proud to share. At Billy’s Bees, we’re not just about the harvest—we’re about giving back to our Manchester community. We bring our products to local markets, teach kids about bees (while I quietly ice my latest battle wound), and plant wildflowers to keep our pollinators thriving. It’s about loving nature, embracing the wild ride of beekeeping, and knowing that every sting I take (and trust me, there are plenty) means more natural goodness for you. Grab a jar, savor the earth’s bounty, and join our buzzing adventure!