Meredith finished the final honey bottling of the year yesterday.
Her bees have performed miracles. Alice, our generous neighbour’s harvests haven’t yielded anything like the amount Meredith’s single hive has produced. We’re convinced it’s because Meredith serenades them with earth songs from Findhorn and hits from Broadway musicals at the end of the garden. Alice doesn’t buy it.
Whatever it takes we say–those workaholic bees need a bit of light relief.
The large white tub that had held the modest yield was empty but very sticky.
I put it outside on the wall, opposite the back door, this warm and sunny morning.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw the next time I looked.
The bees were cleaning-up…
And how, you might say!
Remarkable–the work ethic of bees!
and then?–into the fields and back to work, I guess!