Eight hours of honey extraction and counting. We have been switching back and forth - Grandma and me while Ian was at work and Ian while we went to the theatre to celebrate Grandma's birthday. We are 2/3rds done. Our floor is sticky. We are tired. None of us want to see honey ever again. That feeling usually lasts until we cap the last bottle of delicious golden liquid and then we fall in love with bees and honey all over again.
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| One of many supers full of honey laden frames. |
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| We removed most of the cappings with a hot knife. |
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We delegated scratching anything we missed to Grandma.
What a way to spend your birthday! |
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The cappings go in a bucket.
The honey is filtered out and we use the wax to make candles and lip balm. |
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| The uncapped frames are put into an extractor that spins the honey out of them. |
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The honey is collected in a bucket, filtered, and stored in glass jars
that are sold both on the farm and in select local craft breweries. |
As always, nothing can ever run entirely smoothly.
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Liam tried uncapping with his finger.
He poked a ton of holes in this frame until he figured out that this makes his finger sticky and Mom mad. |
And to top is all off - I got stung! On the tip of my finger. By a dead bee. No joke. If that is not the ultimate honey bee revenge for letting them die on my watch and then stealing all their honey then I don't know what is.
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