Here’s what the bees gave my husband and now he’s going to give me more of these . . .
What to do with an unsightly sandy mound–plant wildflowers. The first year nothing came up, but then . . .
And then came the bees . . .
And then came the odd man . . .
My father always said he’d never move to the country where they had the dreaded septic systems . . . how much he missed!
This looks more like a Jackson Pollock painting than a bee hive, but it is in fact a dead hive. Wax moths have made a mess of things, but they are only the symptom of a sick hive. Oh, the joys of beekeeping. Luckily this is not our hive.
What I learned at beekeeping class (I daydreamed a little).