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So, I wrote this a week ago and decided not to edit it too much.  It’s a bit stream-of-consciousness writing, but since I like to read that kind of writing (Terry McMillan comes to mind, or many essayists, as well as many (most?) blogs), I’m just gonna let ‘er fly as is, with some updates for today and the past week.

Okay, so full disclosure: I’ve had about 16 oz of beer (so far) as I begin to write this.  I’ll edit once the effects of said beer (Fat Tire ROCKS!) wear off, but there’s no denying the fact that inhibitions (a.k.a. the monkey mind or inner critic) are let go with a little bit of alcohol.  Why do you think there are so many legendary writers who are also known for their love of drink?  It often killed them in the end, this drunken love affair, but there is an undeniable connection. Hmm.  Note to self…

So here I am, sitting in front of my beehive on a delicious Friday evening in September.  The fact that it’s Mabon (i.e., the autumn equinox in the northern hemisphere) just makes it all that much better.  We’re having a bit of an Indian summer here, which is only fair after the spring and early summer we endured, and I’m loving it.  The dark-at-7:30 aspect of this time of year, not so much.  I’m beginning to wonder if I’m more suited to an equatorial location, where the length of daylight versus night doesn’t fluctuate so wildly.  There’s no question I love our 9:30 sunsets in July (except for this year, when we were stuck inside due to rain and chilly temps), but there is a certain franticness to the summer around here.  It’s best described by the old adage: make hay while the sun shines.  With the compressed weather pattern (essentially nine months of rain and clouds and three months of “the bluest skies you’ve ever seen” beauty) lends an air of urgency to everything.  Maybe it’s just me, my interests and proclivities (nocturnal), but the summer is kind of stressful around here.  It’s better when one doesn’t have to work full time (as I learned when I was unemployed for nearly 24 months about eight years ago) – the time to spend at home, doing what you love, enjoying and living the weather of the season(s) instead of sitting in an air-conditioned office with a jacket on, looking longingly out the window all day long (and pathetically grateful you have a window to look out of!) at the warmth and sun until it’s toot-toot quittin’ time and you can get out for the last few hours of daylight.  As it is now I find it hard to come inside the house before dark (in July and August this means I don’t get back inside until nearly 10:00 pm), and then it’s time to do all the stuff the inside needs.  It’s little wonder my house looks like something detonated inside it.  May I also interject that I would rather mow the lawn than vacuum (or mop, ugh) the floors, weed the garden vs. dust the house, muck the sheep barn vs. do the dishes.  By a wide margin, too.

So on this lovely evening, I’m sitting next to my beehive as the sun sets much too early.  The bees have been busy, but nothing like they were a month ago, when I’d come home from work to a hive so active it looked like it was swarming (I would often look to nearby trees, to see if there WAS a swarm).  Now they’re busy but not so thick with flights, with arrivals and departures in a seemingly chaotic abandon.  They’re a little more subdued as the days cool and darken by 7 p.m.  I sit and watch them as I type, the dogs coming over to see what I’m doing, Farley dropping his ball on my lap(top), to leave a soggy, muddy trail over my keyboard (and several typos) and screen.  It dries and makes me smile.  Daisy and Pal come over to “attack” my face and head, in range as I sit on the ground, licking my face, nibbling on ears, and leaning against my back and side as they vie for my attention (spent on the weird fold of plastic and metal on my lap).  Life is good.

The bees are good too.  I AM beginning to wonder, though, if I’m really cut out to be a “beekeeper.”  I’m actually wondering if perhaps what I should be called is a “Bee Guardian” in the fashion of many pet people these days, where no one “owns” their pets – dog or cat – but is rather a guardian to the animals they live with.  There’s some validation to the term, though I haven’t embraced it.  I still own my pets, and think that, ultimately, it more accurately describes our relationship.  I once read a blog by a dog psychologist type that kind of explained our relationship with our pets in a brutally accurate way.  They are essentially our prisoners (we “keep” them), but the whole pet parent and pet guardian is still too PETA for me.  Dogs especially have evolved (i.e., have been selectively bred) to a point where the vast majority would die off within one generation in any kind of apocalypse.  Of course the same could be said for our own species…

But I digress.  The bees and I are doing well, but I have to say, taking the honey feels…kinda awful.  I did a half-assed hive inspection a week or so ago.  Half-assed mainly because of my late factor (late in the day) and also because since it’s been so long (late schedule) since the last one (a month).  The bees have done a great job of cementing everything down with propolis, so it takes a long time just to get a few frames out.  And half-assed because of the time of year.  The bees now get Seriously. Pissed. Off.  Gone are my sweet, gentle girls of spring (literally, I’m sure – besides the queen, I’m sure all four pounds of those bees I dumped in the hive back in April have gone to bee heaven by now).  Now that it’s Fall, they are on high alert, and my clumsy intrusions (trying to unstick the glued down frames with the hive tool) are not welcome.  Perhaps if I did it more often (weekly, as is recommended), they’d be more used to it and not so protective.  At the very least the propolis wouldn’t be so thick.  Or perhaps I exuded some scent that agitated them.  For example, eating a banana before you go work with your hives is not recommended, as the odor is similar to the odor of a hive under attack.  Or perhaps I’m just being dramatic and this is normal.  They really weren’t horrible, but they were definitely angry and a few flew at me with intent.  Two leg stings this time.  One crawled down my Wellies an inch or so for a nice sting to my shin – there goes that theory (that they won’t crawl down into boots).

But I had my own intent, and perhaps they knew it.  I ended up with about half a frame of honey-filled comb from one of the frames in the super.  It’s sweet and delicious, and tastes of summer, but feels like contraband.  I seriously don’t think I could ever harvest a hive full of honey – all that hard work from thousands of flights and I’m going to come in and poach it?  In one statistic I read, a bee collects just 1/12th of a teaspoon of honey in her entire lifetime.  It takes the entire lifetime of 12 bees to make a teaspoon of honey.  How dare I come in and take it?  No wonder they were ticked off.

I knew my super would be packed with honey, and it was, and I wanted to be sure the lower boxes also had plenty of honey stores.  I only got a frame or two into the top deep, and it looked okay, but ended up giving in.  As I mentioned, it was getting late (I forget how early it gets late now – it’s dark by 7:30 now.  Sigh.) and it actually upsets me to disturb them so thoroughly.  When I first became enamored of the idea of beekeeping, it was because I had come across a blog about “natural” beekeeping with a top bar hive.  Rather than forcing the bees to build on artificial frames, it was basically just providing a box for the bees to live in.  Sort of like a bird house (in my mind).  Sure, you populate the box with a purchased queen and workers, but after that you just stand back and let nature do her thing.  Honey was never a goal for me, and still isn’t.  I wanted to help the bees, which are having a tough time these days.  But, for a variety of reasons, some I’ve mentioned before, I went with the conventional beekeeping methods for this first year.  Next spring it’s a new Warre hive for me!  My goal is to support the bees, to give them a leg up, so to speak, and hopefully perpetuate a robust, naturally healthy and disease resistant population.  One that I’ll protect from bears – watch out for me and my kale plant, Mr. Bear (see previous post) –  and encourage with plenty of room to grow (new hive boxes) strong.

Friday, September 30, 2011:  It’s a week later, and definitely a season later – the weather turned last Sunday and it’s been cooler and wetter, and more typical for this time of year.  We had a nice day on Thursday – I wish I’d left the office early to come home for a hive inspection.  But due to a dead battery in my car that morning, I got to work a little late and leaving early wasn’t in the cards.  I have learned that the top bar hive isn’t quite the trouble-free, easy-as-pie method that blog I read a year ago it made out to be, but I’m still planning to add one next spring for my second hive.  In the meantime, I’m waiting for another warm weekend day to do a better inspection, and be sure the bees have everything they need for a successful wintering.  The way it looks right now this may not happen, and I’ll just have to hope they’ve done everything right – I’m sure they have – and everything will be okay until spring.  Bad beekeeper!  But maybe, just maybe, I’m a good bee guardian.

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3 thoughts on “Bee-ing

  1. I am all for “ramble writing” as you have probably guessed from reading my blog 🙂
    Have you watched the NOVA Dogs decoded? pretty amazing.

  2. mcfwriter on said:

    Yes, that Dogs Decoded was excellent, wasn’t it? Definitely one of the better dog/science shows I’ve seen in a while. I made sure to DVR again (since my DVR hard drive fried a couple months back I lost everything, including the Dogs Decoded I’d recorded). Good stuff.
    And I wish I could edit a little better – your blog is nice and short, and a fun read instead of these long posts that go on and on and feel like homework, like mine do. Short and sweet is so much better for the reader!

    • I love reading your posts 🙂
      What I started doing was just writing a few thoughts down each day. Then it doesn’t feel like “work” if you go back you can see I used to write long posts about once a week (month) this way I still only post every few days (weeks) but if all I write down is a few sentences for that day it still flows easier for me and my blog stopped feeling like the chore it had become 🙂 I always can add in my pictures and links later. Which sometimes I forget which is why some of my blogs end up with references to links and pictures that are not there LOL.

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