My hive arrived on the Friday evening preceding the weekend of the first big snow. I couldn't understand why the bee man would bring the hive in the dark to an unknown and steeply-sloping property. Lesson #1 - bees are better resettled in the dark. Then it snowed - and snowed. On the Monday morning there were all these little dead bee-bodies lying in the snow! I felt responsible and negligent. Lesson #2. There are 40,000 bees, give or take, in this hive and they have short lifespans. This is the way of the bee world. In the absence of snow I wouldn't get to see the dead bees.
Since then the bees seem to have settled in well. They are most active when the sun is on the hive - then there are dozens of bees exiting, entering and circling. I'm enjoying their busy presence. I'm not so sure how summer guests will find this. I had imagined the hive located well down the garden, out of harm's way (harm to visitors that is). But the bee man wanted it to be accessible - and so it is in the turning bay, very close to the front deck with its outdoor table and chairs. We'll see.
At my request, family and close friends gave me a contribution towards the beehive in lieu of a birthday gift. I guess they are like 'shareholders' in the hive and I will look forward to sharing the honey with them in late summer.