We were as busy as our bees have been–yesterday.
Well Meredith and Alice were–my role was to snap the event as best I could, in the buzzing zone.
I did get to wear the same protective clothing this time.
It may look silly but it gets you to the coal face or rather the hive side.
Alice had promised to bring the costume for me, so there was no escape.
After enduring peels of unkind laughter from the two campaign veterans as I struggled–without breaking my glasses–to pull the slightly-too-small hood over my head;
we all made our way to the hive at the end of the garden.
The bees were hard at it–an impressive sight–milling round the hive entrance, anxious to make their deliveries.
The smoke gun was smoking and the two intrepids–brushes at the ready–were quickly at work.
The third intrepid–camera at the ready–found being in the danger zone quite exhilarating, now that the astronaut-like look gave him license to roam!
No need to swat or duck and dive this time, just smile benignly from the safe side of the veil.
Click-click-click-buzz-buzz-buzzzzzzzz-swooosh-swooosh-swooosh (smoke gun noise)–a hive of activity in fact!
Soon Alice and Meredith were taking the “rich pickins” off up the garden away from the aggrieved bees
and after de-robing themselves, to Alice’s work place chez elle, to scrape off the honey and admire the recolte (harvest).
Meredith came into the kitchen about an hour later a broad smile on her face saying:
Home is the hunter home from the sea and the bee-keeper home from the hive–
and carrying, with some effort, a large white tub containing seven and a half litres of honey!
And then there’s the matter of the three new chicks…