Wonders of Fall on the Honey Farm

-posted by Jayne

Wonders of fall, while growing up on a honey farm:

The wooly worm wiggling through the leaves

Osage Orange "Balls" -perfect for gathering, throwing in the stream, and keeping the spiders away (as the old wives' tale goes)

"Look, they're everywhere!!  Where do they come from?" "Look, up, Maizy... where do you think?" "Oh!!"

Endless trips to the bridge to throw the Osage Orange overboard "Look, mine's floating!"

Fall sun in the sandbox.

Learning to build bee boxes with daddy.

Mason gracefully took his turn and learned how  important it is to keep the fingers away.  Ouch!

Uncle Perry installs a new slate floor in the mud-room addition.

100 year old kitchen floors...

... become new floors out of reclaimed 100 year old oak barn wood.

A first place prize for art work in the pre-school section at the Pumpkin Show!

The sun on the honeysticks at market.

The re-growth of buckwheat after the first harvest went to seed and was tilled under for cover crop.  Sorry, bees, it will likely not bloom before the frost.

This is just a little glimpse in to our lives these past few busy weeks at Honeyrun Farm.  We will give you more details on our projects soon...  including our kitchen remodel, some new projects planned for late Fall and the upcoming gift-giving season, and last but not least.... Buckwheat Honey!   We will have it at market next weekend!  One more outdoor Worthington market until we head indoors to the Shops at Worthington Mall for the Winter Market.  Enjoy those crisp Fall days ahead.

Fall's A Comin'

-Posted by Isaac

A few days ago to celebrate life in general and the government shut-down in particular, the kids and I decided to go for an evening romp around Deer Creek State Park.

Lo and behold this is what we found:

 I thought it was a state park?

Oh well, no playground. But we certainly were not going to let a road block stop us from fun.
It was a warm evening and Deer Creek is a big lake.
Fences only go so far...

It was time for a clothes-on impromptu swim.

"This way guys!"

 Last sand castle of the year?

Now the days have gotten crisp. The Fall honey awaits.
This afternoon Maizy helped me light up the smoker, banana in hand. She's a pro. I've yet to master banana-smoker multitasking.

I made it out to the hives on Crown Hill Golf Course. What a wealth of goldenrod honey! Ten years ago I used to receive a paycheck from Crown Hill.
I guess I still do... indirectly.

So we'll have this year's Fall honey at the market this weekend. Or at the very least a mix of the two. A trade secret for the beautiful lady who walked away last week wanting this year's Fall honey, "not that old stuff.": (They taste the same.)

I'm thinking October is my favorite month of the year.

At least until April rolls around.

And Bridger Helped

 -Posted by Isaac

Mason and Maizy both get on the school bus these days.
Bridger and I can now finally get some work done in peace.
Today we went out on one of the last pollen runs of the season.

The supply of incoming goldenrod pollen is dwindling. It's been a good run.
The bees are packing this beautiful nutritious stuff away for winter.

But the white aster continues to feed in abundance.

It was a big chunk honey week in the honey house. In a less then ideal honey year, comb honey is pretty hard to get.
Perfect comb, that is.
As I think I said in a previous blog post, we produced hundreds of Ross Round comb sections that didn't quite make the cut.
This means they get sliced and go into a jar as chunk honey.

These will be put into the freezer a while. Eventually they get pulled out, bottled with summer honey surrounding the comb, labeled and taken to a farmers market. Expect to see them most of the winter at Worthington.

Bridger helped.

This evening, instead of cutting up comb honey we cut up pumpkins. Maizy's preschool had their annual day of pumpkin carving on Darby Creek Rd.

 Pumpkins, songs, cookies and juice...

And Bridger helped.

Farm Week

-Posted by Isaac

Change of pace this week.

 Big Ag

Everyone knows the recent plight of the honeybee. 

"All the bees are mysteriously dying!" "The end approaches!" "Einstein once said, if all the honeybees disappeared,   ...blah, blah, blah..."

Yes, bees have their troubles. 

Varroa Mites, tracheal mites, foul brood, nosema, hive beetles, chalk brood, CCD... the list goes on. (A few foolhardy idiot beekeepers continue to "save the world" in spite of it all.)

We've dissected the problems to death. We've come up with a few solutions. Some solutions lead to more problems. 

One rarely mentioned but very big problem (the biggest, in my opinion):

Big Ag

When there's nothing to eat, honeybees don't do very well.

Big Ag

CornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCornCorn

This stuff will be turned into Pepsi and cattle feed.
But if you're a honeybee, a corn field might as well be a parking lot. Just nothing tasty out there.
Back in the day, farms were small. Farms were diverse. There were fence rows. There were weeds. There were animals. Cows, pigs, horses, chickens, sheep, goats.... dogs, cats.... bees...
A little clover here, a little alfalfa there. A garden, a grape vine or two.
There were people.  It took a lot of caring hands, some responsibility, some love to watch over it all and see that things happened just so so.

See any of that now?

Agriculture has changed. And with it, beekeeping. (Society too, I might add.)
For the better? Progress? Hmmmm....
Listening to the radio this week I heard one particular ad (about a hundred times) for a new Syngenta fungicide / insecticide spray for soybeans. For next year! It's September, for God's sake!
Man oh man... What are they going to say about us in a hundred years?

Well, I'll get off my soap box. If you can't beat'em, join'em, right? My brother happens to be one of these big farmers. About this time of year the crops come off and he needs some help. I got to spend a rather enjoyable week driving this white Freightliner:

Yes, just like the Towns Van Zandt song.

But it wasn't all trucking.
One morning I worked in the buckwheat. The field had finished its bloom and thinking we might get another bloom in October, I bush hogged it and ran a cultiipacker through later to push the seeds down. Mason tried his hand at tractor driving.

After bush hogging over a few gardens, some puppies and cute little kittens, we decided that he'd  learned enough for one day.

We grabbed Mommy and made it to the Farm Science Review:

There, we found tractors.

Big Tractors.

Little Tractors.

And Big Sprayers.

And Little Sprayers.

And Combines Too!

Mason is quite the fan of Big Ag. It was better then Christmas. He probably climbed on thirty different things.
And he wanted nothing to do with the small hidden beekeeping display off in the corner of the OSU gardens.
Hmmm.
Maizy and Bridger just enjoyed giving their parental slaves a workout.

Generation Lazy

At least they aren't texting.

After two hours of Big Ag and Mason's perpetual excitement; running, climbing, yelling, trying on a new tractor about every ten feet... Mommy, Daddy and Bridger all felt the same:

Honeyfest is Over, Goldenrod Begins

-Posted by Isaac

What a crazy time was this year's Honeyfest! As usual Jayne was responsible for the beautiful display. I was able to snap a few pictures while she added some finishing touches. This was around 11 a.m. Friday morning:

An hour before the official start, the early birds trickled in.

By afternoon (and the entire next day) we were swamped. Thank you for all the support and nice compliments, honey lovers. It was a happy, fun, busy weekend.

Because of the perpetual crowd surrounding, sampling and buying, I'm left with just a couple small regrets: one, I didn't get to talk to you in a relaxed way... too many people needing help. And two, I wanted to make it around the festival, finding interesting things to post on this blog... well, I didn't get to; same reason, just too busy. I guess that's a good problem. Maybe next year we'll hire more workers.

The goldenrod has now started to bloom in earnest:

The pollen traps are filling up, and as you can see, the bees have found it. This is the beautiful orange (tasty!) goldenrod pollen. In just the span of a few days the color has completely changed from browns and yellows (clover, ragweed) to pure orange.

We have four bee yards with pollen traps. Around 50 hives in all. Until today I would come home with maybe a third to half a five-gallon bucket full of pollen. Not now. The skinny times are over, the Fat-Cat (Big-Bee) days begin. This evening I should have brought another bucket! We were overflowing... what a difference the goldenrod makes!

This is my favorite of the four yards:

Just step out the front door, girls!

I think this is the equivalent to having prime lakeside real estate. Or if you're like me, a Swiss chalet on a mountain trail.

This evening the family joined me for a "pollen run."

It took a little prodding to get the kids to come along. They're suddenly at the age where Legos and cartoons become much more important than, in Mason's words, "a boring pollen run."

We had a small stinging incidence. We had tears.

Oh no.
They'll never come with me again.

Maybe we'll just stick to the bee yard with the near-by backyard swing set.