Until this year I was convinced that we had a lovely little hobby of hosting bees on our property with some not inexpensive equipment and some not terribly convenient care. I consoled myself with the enjoyment of their life cycle, observing them and learning about their world while they pollinated our big garden, fruit trees and berry brambles and buzzed contentedly around our yard and surrounds. While I’m not the one actually caring for the bees most of the time (out sailing remember?) they still seemed like more work than 2 small jars per household per year (our yield last year) would require.
Straining the honey after the frames have been spun in the centrifuge.
Oh me of little faith! This year we harvested 5 gallons of honey and lest you think that seems like not so much, that’s 320, 8-ounce ball jars of honey. Dats a LOT of tea and baklava! The local adage is: enjoy the flush years while you can to get the years when you don’t get much. So true for much of life – enjoy the good stuff to the fullest.
Thank you, bees, for our lovely, amber syrup to drizzle in tea all year long.
Annie, Jon, Chloe, Ella, Joe, Rebecca and Gabriella