I’d been carrying the itch to keep bees for years—just hadn’t found the right moment to give it a go. That moment finally came when I learned my neighbors were beekeepers. Kind folks, they invited me to tag along for the season, and I was lucky enough to set up my very first hive under their wing.

I gave it everything I had, but beekeeping has a way of humbling you. That winter, my hive didn’t make it—taken down by the varroa mite. It stung, but it also lit a fire in me to learn more and do better by the bees.

So I rolled up my sleeves and took a beekeeping course at Rutgers. Let me tell you—what I learned opened up a whole new world. This year, I’ve got two strong nucs and a fresh start. I’m working hard, hoping both hives will make it through the cold months ahead.

The hives are now tucked away in a quiet little hollow, right along the banks of a small creek, under the shade of big, beautiful oak trees. It’s a peaceful spot—one the bees seem to love as much as I do.

Casey Creek Honeyworks is just getting started, but it’s built on patience, passion, and the slow, sweet rewards of doing things the right way. Around here, we keep things simple, honest, and full of heart—just like the bees.