Tea in hand, camera at the ready, kiddos dressed in playsilks (like "ninjas") we headed a few blocks down the road to see if we could lend a hand in operation Swarm Come Home. In the end my dear friend, Kim, had it all under control. I think I ran to the house to grab a thing or two for her, and clipped a branch, and probably said an encouraging-type thing or two from behind my camera lense. So really, I didn't "help" at all. I did, however, have a great time capturing the fun in pictures.
I can tell you that there will be bees in our near future. My Grandfather's love of bees lives on in my heart. I recall with the fondest of memories, standing in his garage with honeycomb in hand, slurping the sweetness up, just as fast as I could, while the rest ran down my arm. And, Gavin, well he's been asking to keep bees for over two years now. So I really must make haste!
It is an exhilarating experience to be up close with that many bees; their behavior aw inspiring, their buzzing dizzying, their gentleness comforting and surprising. Their desire to swarm, in search of a new home, nothing short of the perfect spring experience, all alive with fresh energy, and the promise of a new season full of beautiful blossoms, and sweet honey ahead.
So without further adieu, I bring you a snippet of my Sunday morning entertainment.
(more information about swarming bee behavior here)