My feet had scarcely touched down from all of my travels when our attention was summoned to the beehive. It was time to bring in the honey. The chimney was swept, a hearty fire lit to heat the kitchen to a more flow-conducive temperature, and the beekeeper set off to collect a year’s rent from his honeybee tenants.
We discovered a honey badger among us. That boy may have eaten his weight in honey that afternoon. Wowee.
I learned how to separate the cappings into layers of wax, miscellaneous bee junk, and honey, not wanting to waste a drop of the bee’s intensive labor. The amount of wax I gleaned is modest, but will help fuel our upcoming Solstice festivities.
I neglected to share with you the first honey-gleaning event we had early this year. This guy was there and I thought it imperative to document his contributions.