At the end of July, I had 4 pounds of very ripe figs ready to process into jam and could not get the lid to my food processor to seat. At first I thought it was too early in the morning, so I polished my glasses, took another gulp of coffee, and tried again. After… Continue reading Oops – I did it again! Food processor woes.
I guess I need to start by telling you that the pollen substitute did not cause the regicide -- I was an accessory to that crime, but I have no idea of how hubby actually disposed of the evil queen once I helped catch her! We have another hive that has just become more and… Continue reading Pollen Substitute and Regicide
One of my main frustrations with cooking with sugar, whether it be jam or fondant for the bees, is the inconsistency of the texture of the final product. I know I have to get this right before I'm ready to start selling any jams. I'm now on my fourth thermometer and finally both batches of… Continue reading A Good Thermometer is Hard to Find
Luke Bryan sings that "rain makes corn..." but we are happy that rain also makes honey. This time last year we were in a severe drought in both Georgia and South Carolina and our bees had few resources of their own to get them through the dearth. Right now, there are no signs of a… Continue reading Rain is a Good Thing
For the past three days, helicopters have flown low over the area, usually in the mornings. The timber company across the creek is either thinning trees or clear-cutting, so maybe they're checking the progress. During the fly-overs today, hubby was checking hives across the road at the neighbor's sunflower field and I was checking some… Continue reading Helicopters and Bees
There's nothing quite as unnerving while working on a hive on a hot day as wondering whether what you feel is a drop of sweat running down your leg or a bee wandering around like a lost and irritated soul inside your pants -- unless it's hearing a loud buzzing around your head and realizing… Continue reading Bee in the pants….
Yesterday, I temporarily deferred my equal rights ideologies and stepped back (way back) into a hunter-gatherer role, trailing along behind the man of the house, picking berries while he did the manly task! There are so many beautiful ripe blackberries on our property, but they are so hard to get to. At the best of… Continue reading Hunter-gatherers