It’s that time of year again at our house. Only half the kitchen table is available for meals for
four solid days a week (and counting), and no matter how careful we try to be, someone invariably steps in stickiness and carries it along for a few steps before realizing what has happened. Then the floor has three or four sticky spots where once there was one! This, too, continues for four days a week (and counting) until it’s near impossible to avoid the landmines of stickiness.
What a blessing this year’s honey harvest has been! Our store of honey was dangerously close to being non-existent. Last year we didn’t have any hives (which made for some lonely gardening) and the year before that we had bees, but there wasn’t enough extra honey for us to take. So it’s been a few years since I’ve had the joy of knowing a pantry full of golden sweetness, not to mention beeswax and honey to use in my handcrafted soaps!
But things are not all sweet and good in the honeybee world.