Rather than wait for reasonable temperatures, I decided to rob my bees in the early afternoon on a day with a high in the 90s. I’m one of those crazy people who doesn’t mind suffering in the heat. In fact, I like working outdoors in the summertime. When I was finished, my shirt was soaking wet and I was pretty red in the face, but it was worth it.
Historically speaking, we aren’t the world’s best beekeepers, and taking honey has only been an option twice, in four seasons of beekeeping. But this year I feel like things are starting to finally click for me, so hopefully next year we will harvest more than a few quarts of honey. Maybe taking honey will become so commonplace that I don’t feel the need to have a picture of myself taken while holding a frame of it. Ha! Actually, I like that it feels special and I am awfully grateful for the little I was able to take last week. As always, I have high hopes for the future.