I've had to destroy a couple of wasp nests that decided to take up camp inside the hive. They are very persistent and I've had to kick them out on three occasions. Then there were the ants. They wanted what they believed to be their share of the sugar water I was feeding the bees. I read somewhere that if I put cinnamon all around and create this barrier, the bees would leave as they detest that smell. It bothers the bee not at all.
Well, since all I had were cinnamon sticks I used those. The following week the ants had quadrupled their numbers! I was pissed! And worked feverishly to rid the hive of every last nuisance. All these ( tidying the hive ) tasks could be trying, but needed doing.
On this visit I had discovered that my attentiveness and care had paid off. Royralily. Wonderfully, Spectacularly. Miraculously.
Bees were everywhere! They almost looked to be forming a swarm. I pumped the smoker quickly, streams of grey smoke billowing all around them as head first they dove deeper into the super. Just weeks ago I had added another super with 8 frames. They were almost full again! The upper frames were bulging with honey. This beautiful, golden, thick, rich honey.
The morning sun was hot, the air still and heavy with humidity, droplets of sweat running down my face beneath the cumbersome veil. It was then I really understood the importance of surgeons having their foreheads wiped. Its difficult to see with salty sweat impeding your vision.
Working my way through, frame by frame, I saw just how their numbers had multiplied. And the brood filled comb was further proof that this hive was thriving. Contentment surged. My chest felt warm. My heart felt love. My smile widened as I wiped the moisture from my eyes. This is beekeeping. Its like watching your babies grow. This wonderful hive of mine will make a difference in the world. To know I have nurtured this along fills me with both humility and pride.
Thy will be done.
