Wee Bee Jammin'

01/08/2026

01/08/2026

Wee bee beesy packing orders today 🐝✨
This sweet shipment is headed to Sage in Oregon, who selected Bourbon Peach 🥃 🍑 and Strawberry Fields 🍓
Thanks so much for your beesness—enjoy!

10/22/2025

The sun came out, the sky’s so blue— deep in the heart of Michigan ❤️ What a lovely morning this turned out to bee! 🐝
PS— check out our store

10/22/2025

Still some beeautiful color left along US 31! 🍁 Take a scenic drive this weekend and stop by our storefront before the fall colors fade for the season. 🍂🌾🍄

10/10/2025

Wee love October + would love to see you this weekend! Happy Golden Season to all
🍂 🍎🌻🍄‍🟫

06/19/2025

A Legend of the Land Has Moved On

Today, I say goodbye to a dear old friend and neighbor—one of the finest souls I’ve ever known. He wasn’t just a man; he was a legend in our community. The kind of person you feel lucky to have known even once in a lifetime.

He built his own home with his own two hands—big, weathered hands that could tame a wild horse, climb the tallest tree, or tenderly hold a newborn animal. But as mighty as his hands were, his heart was even greater. You could feel it in every story he told, every smile he gave, and every step he took through the woods he so deeply respected.

He was a true trapper in the old way—honoring nature, never taking more than was needed, and offering thanks in quiet, reverent ways that made you feel the spirit of the land was standing with him. I had the privilege of going out trapping with him, and those moments taught me more about respect, patience, and balance than any book or classroom ever could. He was a true native of the land, in tune with every season, every track, every whisper of wind.

He was blessed with his family—he loved his wife fiercely and with a gentleness that stayed with you. He was proud of his kin—especially his children and grandchildren.

And oh, could the man tell a story—around a fire, under the stars, or just leaning on the counter at Wee Bee Jammin, where he’d stop in and show me his latest trappings. I will never forget the time when he showed up with a massive ole beaver he trapped just down the road—he was over the moon with that one, and rightfully so. His pelts were always beautiful, a testament to his skill and care.

He rode horses like they were part of him, climbed trees like a kid, and brought with him a presence that made you feel grounded and grateful. He was the old way, the true way—and the world feels quieter without him.

Thank you, my friend, for everything. For the stories, the lessons, the laughter, and the love of the wild you so freely shared. You were one of a kind, and you will bee missed deeply.

Rest easy out there—where the trees still speak, and the rivers remember your name.

Paul Phillip Sedlar

Thursday, February 21st, 1935 –
Thursday, June 12th, 2025

05/23/2025

Wee are out of hibernation + open for the season! Come visit our storefront, WORLD HEADQUARTERS Wee Bee Jammin'

07/22/2024

05/28/2024

Wee are open everyday in the summer

05/27/2024

Honoring those who gave the ultimate sacrifice

05/25/2024

She’s a heart of gold, a natural beeauty, a wonderer! Meet the sweet Morgan, joining us for another season here . Stop in for a spell, WEE ARE OPEN!