My bees are dead. The hive didn’t survive the winter. It’s too bad, really. They seemed so healthy when I packed them up for the winter. When I opened the hive this spring, there was no activity. Just some dead brood and capped honey.
With some help from the three youngest kids, we cleaned up the frames, cleaned and torched the boxes, and spun out the capped honey. Bently, our dog, even got into the mix by licking up any honey we spilled and some of the cut wax cap.
I will start over with a new box of bees this weekend. Another year, another journey of beekeeping.
