Homestead

One year ago to this day, we had packed up our little BoHoMoHo and were waving goodbye to the farm as we pulled out of the driveway. We were headed East on our first family roadtrip in the motorhome and would be gone for the next five weeks. As we look back on this trip, …

A swarm of bees in May, is worth a load of hay. A swarm of bees in June, is worth a silver spoon. A swarm of bees in July, isn’t worth a fly. Proverbial Beekeeping saying It’s a warm spring day in the apiary, the sun is shining down on busy hives and worker bees …

Can someone please tell me where in the world a whole year has gone?! I blinked and the next thing I know, there’s this little person standing in front of me and my baby is gone. I still can’t believe we have a one year old in the house. One full year around the sun …

It’s been a while since we’ve had a blog update, and if I’m being honest, I just haven’t felt inspired to write over the last couple of months. The world has felt extra heavy lately. I am not a news watcher, in fact no news channels are allowed on in this house when we’re all …

Look at winter With winter eyes As smoke curls from rooftops To clear cobalt skies. – Douglas Florian I wake to the dark of a new day, stirring between warm bed sheets as the baby monitor beside me crackles to life, little snippets of sound from a waking babe. I reluctantly pull off the down …

Dearest Autumn, To write of my love for you would be nearly impossible, for words cannot capture your beauty and very essence. But I shall try to give it my best attempt. From the moment the sun rises orange among the treetops, you are on my mind. You fill my skies with vivid colours; pinks …

As I walk past the bee hives that sit beside the garden, sun warmed from a September morning, the sweet smell of honey and beeswax fills my nostrils. The smell wafts along on the warm Autumn breeze, tingling my senses and capturing my full attention. Busy bees dart to and from the hive entrances, dancing …

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ―Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I think Sylvia Plath said it best, referring to August as the odd uneven time, when the days of Summer begin to dwindle, the air changes, but we haven’t …

Here on the farm, Summer usually brings with it the hustle and bustle of warm weather days filled with chores, activities and the ever endless To-Do list. It’s a time to take advantage of the longer days and the nice weather and get everything done outside. This Summer started off a little differently as Dan …

As we enter our third Summer of beekeeping we reflect on how much we have learned over the course of a couple of years, and also how much we really don’t even know yet. That’s the beauty of beekeeping, just when you start to think you have things figured out, Mother Nature reminds you you …