All summer long the girls in my hives have been working. They scrounged the country side for pollen and nectar.
Because not much bloomed in the fields at our place. We are busy getting rid of the cow grasses to make room for the native ones.
And apparently, they had no clue this was 2020.
Because they outdid themselves.
My brother Neil and his fiancé Stacy, who had never been to the farm, drove down to spend some time soaking in the peace.
Because peace there is when you get yourself out into nature. It’s healing.
Neil, never one to sit idle when there are things that can be done to help, harvested the honey.
Leaving more than ample supply for the winter, he and Stacy brought in over 90 pounds.
(Remember, it takes 556 worker bees to gather enough nectar for a pound of honey.)
I miss my Silent Bob. I don’t go out to the farm that I don’t carry him with me one way or the other.
My sons and I dedicate this year’s honey harvest to him. My SB got a lot of pleasure out of getting things from nature and putting them in jars.
If I have promised you a jar, get in touch with me. Otherwise you can buy any amount above the gift jar for $5.
Oh, and here is Stacy and Neil. They made this possible. Them and my bee girls. And God.