Day 142
Beehives
August 15th, 2010
I'm walking across America.
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so. If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out. If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania. You can read all about the details of my trip if you're so inclined.
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Here's my progress so far:
what’s all the buzz about?
Stay clear of them…. they are an important detail in growing all the fruit out there in WA !!
the last photo you were ‘so high’, now you have ‘a buzz’.
Hope the bees in this part of the country are doing better then in our area. Did you find a HONEY to accompany you on the rest of your trek. If you did maybe you can give her a four leaf clover!
Iam so in awe of the beauty you are seeing!
Again; Matt thanks for sharing!
I sure hope you bee not bluffing us!
Beehave Matt. They have a temper – or at least that is the buzz about them. At least they are alive and well. I can count the real honeybee’s I have seen on two hands over the last couple of years.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…….I really don’t like them but like the fruit they pollinate.
Yay; someone is helping them propagate.
There has been one lone bee in my garden all year long. One. Not a good sign.
Hiya! Matt
So you’ve met the WA honeybees. The picture reminds me of my grandfather’s beehives. Keeping bees was one of his favorite hobbies. He introduced me to the bees when I was a child. Grandpa used smoke to quiet the bees as he tended to their hives. He wore protective clothing and was rarely stung. The bees seemed to enjoy the grape-vines that my grandfather had planted nearby and we grandchildren enjoyed munching on the grapes. When the honey was harvested from the hives, our family had fresh honey to pour on our Grandma’s home-made biscuits, etc. and honey-comb (wax) for some long-time, intense chew-candy fun. My grandparents sold honey and honey-comb for many years. My grandparents have long-since passed away, but those memories will always live on.
Keep the pictures coming… we’re re-living and memory-making with you, Matt. And Matt…Thank you…
Great story Gale and Laura. I could picture it all in my head and even ‘taste’ the biscuits and honey. >smile<
Strange and interesting. They look so out of place just sitting there on the hillside. Bless the bees…our national food production depends heavily on their survival.