In keeping with tradition, we suited up on Labor Day weekend and harvested the golden nectar of the gods. Well, kind of. We were not able to borrow an extractor (giant centrifuge that spins the honey right off the wax foundation) so we have 55 frames of honey just hanging out in our basement, making friends with the dehumidifier. The reality is we need to look at buying an extractor, but that will result in an over-the-top-of-the-glasses glare from our tax preparer.
Robin’s observation is that harvesting seemed ‘old hat’ this year. We didn’t question what we were doing (or how we were doing it), we just did it. The weather was refreshingly cool, well, compared to the previous week. The bees were not mad – not a sting was had.
Thor, the rockstar hive (see August 12 post) accounted for half the frames of honey. What a stud.
We’ll have more to tell when extraction is underway.