You can call me "honey buckets"

Spent yesterday dodging pissed off bees and licking my fingers.

The Farm team and half a dozen volunteers showed up at 8am Tuesday morning to rob our three hives-worth of bees of their delicious liquid gold.

I had been present about a month ago when an assessment was made of the hives, in preparation for extracting the honey, and the day ended with us hunkered down in the greenhouse, eventually making a mad dash for our escape vehicles. So I was more than relieved when the bees proved to be very docile.

Seeing the first full frame slide out of the hive and feeling the heft of it made the toil of the rest of the day totally worth it. The early morning sunlight filtering through the translucent combs . . . you get the picture.