Well, this past winter, our bees fled. Who knows why.
The rising cost of bee packs hindered my brother-in-law from purchasing new ones for our hive, so we decided to take the plunge and buy our own bees and join the bee keeping community.
The bees are now our responsibility. Yay!
We get to keep the hive we've always had and start from there, and believe me, I understand just how fortunate I am. Our bee pack arrived Saturday and my brother-in-law hived them for us and will continue to mentor us as we move ahead on our own.
We knew there was a bit of honey in the hive, so we waited to attend to it when the bees arrived so we knew what to leave and what to take. There was more than we thought! We had three frames full.
My brother-in-law showed us how to scrape the cappings and wax for the Crush and Strain method, which is fancy talk for gathering honey. He scraped the frames into a bowl (which I didn't get a photo of because I was in awe). We waited until the next day so the house would warm up and the honey would flow. I dumped everything into a fine mesh strainer - and waited.
It took all day for the honey to sink to the bottom and flow out into the bowl. It was worth it!
We got 32 ounces of golden bliss. I admit to getting a bit teary eyed tasting honey from my backyard. Today I'll try my hand at rendering beeswax. Giddy!
Last night, while reading before bed, I enjoyed a cup of herbal tea, my own blend made from many herbs I grew myself, now sweetened with honey from my yard. I ached with joy!
That is what it's all about.