Adventures in Beekeeping: Year Two Begins
If all of the sink drama occurring two weeks ago wasn’t enough, in the middle of all of that (and a week after I expected them)
If all of the sink drama occurring two weeks ago wasn’t enough, in the middle of all of that (and a week after I expected them)
With the two hives I established this year I got about 3 gallons of honey and 20+ containers of cut-comb, which as far as I
I have to say that 2015 was filled with all kinds of awesome, but one of my very favorite things about last year was the
Well, this week has been one huge farm adventure that, aside from the surprising addition 14 new guinea keets to my flock, also included two
My life is currently a honey-covered disaster. That’s not even a metaphor, I mean my life is literally covered in honey. Every surface in the
It’s been unusually quiet around here over the past week, largely because after the last few months both my brain and body basically gave me finger and then peaced out for
Guys. Guys. I don’t even know where to start on last week, but, okay, let’s start here: That’s me in my car. With 30,000 bees
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