I had been told by experts not to expect any sourwood honey this year because of the dry summer. I was a believer there too. After having a cup of coffee, Morris and I put on our bee garb and lit our smokers. He pulled the first top while I manned the smoker. As the top came up, the bees went down into the super to escape from the smoke. I looked down between the frames and there it was—capped honey! Not only the top super, but the two under it were full. We went on from that hive to the next and the next; all the hives were full of sourwood honey. The excitement was equal to catching a five-pound Tennessee Small Mouth on a fly rod (or how exciting I would imagine that being…I’ve never done that).Sunday was a good day. If you think about it, most days are good for beekeepers if you look real hard.
I would like to apologize for taking so long since our last post. Funny thing though—not one person complained.
Makes you wonder… ;)