Well, no, it's not so bad really. Pictured above is the worst yard so far. Three living, twelve dead. This was one that went into winter light on honey and got missed on the January round of feeding. But I also don't want to downplay it; it has been a horrible winter. I'm guessing our losses will be in the 60% range.
|Can you find the dead queen? (She's marked.) (And dead.)|
If you read Sports Illustrated you know their little weekly blurb titled, "Signs of the Apocalypse." It's usually about some crazy-fool athlete, fan or coach doing or saying some crazy-fool thing.
Well, the end of the world is coming. (I assure you. It really is. If you can wait long enough.)
And the signs are everywhere.
Some of you who missed me at market this past weekend learned that I was in Florida having fun. And yes, I left poor Jayne, eight months pregnant, tending three young kids, walking barefoot and ragged through the snow... to sell honey in my absence. Was she covered in soot too? I guess she did mention picking up some extra work cleaning chimneys. Fine woman.
I brought her some shells.
Anyway, in my happy travels, I encountered some signs, some bad omens if you will, and I'm not exactly sure if the world is ending... maybe you'll know.
Here are the crazy-fool happenings starting from day 1, the day before I left.
Day 1 - Dead Bees
I was able to make it to seven bee yards and the results I have already shared with you. Not Happy. Quite apocalyptic actually. And it wasn't an easy day. Most of the yards were inaccessible to even a 4WD so I had to hoof it carrying buckets of feed.
Day 2 - Six Hour Traffic Jam
We (my parents and sister Becky) fought a snowstorm almost all the way south, and just about the time we thought we were home free;
|"Thank you, sir. May I have another?"|
Day 3 - Semi Blows Up
Out of the snow and traveling fast, we saw smoke a couple miles ahead. Traffic slowed. But, we were still moving. For a while, without "the authorities" the line of cars continued to work their way around whatever it was up there.
Then the firetrucks appeared. We knew we were in trouble.
Sure enough, they stopped us. We were maybe thirty seconds from getting around, and everything came to a standstill. Again. Three hours this time.
At least we enjoyed a good show. Don't worry, nobody was hurt. Just a southern trucker having a little mishap. I think he was hauling Duck Dynasty t-shirts.
Day 4 - The Race
This was not the real reason for a Florida trip, but as always, I don't mind killing two birds...
Here was a kind of self inflicted apocalypse. Many of you know I like to run, but this was a 50 miler. I had never tried anything over a marathon. Oh boy...
Here's a shot from the woods about ten minutes before the 7 AM start:
|Ah, spanish moss... so nice for those pre-race bathroom duties.|
Sunshine? Shorts? Green grass? Blue sky? What's that?
It actually turned out ok. Not so catastrophic after all.
Although the next morning I could've used a wheelchair.
|25 down, 25 to go... Still not sure about this.|
Buckets of them.
I've walked plenty of beaches and have never seen anything quite like it.
Even the people at our hotel, annual snowbirds, had never experienced this.
It's like an extinction event hit this tiny section of the Gulf of Mexico.
|Big Wave! Look Out!|
Finally, something positive -- Live Bees!
Here was the real reason for heading south. I was looking for bees.
And I found them.
I know a Wisconsin commercial beekeeper who winters in the Panhandle, producing tupelo and gallberry honey. He also makes a lot of splits. I'm trying to become a beneficiary of all that splitting.
But that's a subject for a future blog post.
So back home again to the frozen north.