About
Asher's Bees
I'm Asher Bernstein
I'm sixteen years old, in tenth grade, and I've lived in the same brownstone my whole life — my mother's childhood home, and my grandma's before that. I can't imagine living anywhere else. I started beekeeping because of my dad. He's the kind of guy who procrastinates by being productive, and one day when he was bored in Connecticut, he had this incredible idea to start keeping bees. I wanted in because I love honey, and I wanted to be that one guy who keeps bees. It's the most niche hobby, and bees are incredibly cool.
What surprised me most about keeping bees is just how much goes into a functioning hive. Once a bee fully forms, it immediately becomes a cleaning bee, then a nurse bee after a few days, then moves to wax and comb production, and finally, guarding and foraging. My favorite part is watching how much more efficient the hive gets over time.
Photo coming soon
My hives are up on my roof, surrounded by a little oasis compared to the rest of Manhattan. The garden is tucked away in a neighborhood called Turtle Bay Gardens, blocked off from the city by brownstones. We recently planted lavender and all kinds of flowers, which completely changed the taste of the honey — it's creamy and sweet with a caramel color now. Neither my bees nor I are going anywhere.