February Days

Every lead-up to spring carries a weight of anxious anticipation for me. It's a time filled with a blend of excitement and a dash of worry as I get all my beekeeping gear ready, silently hoping everything will turn out okay. But today, oh, today was something else entirely. It was as if life itself decided to buzz a little louder, and my bees were right at the heart of it.

I stepped into the day, and it was as if I walked into a different world. My bees were out in full force, buzzing energetically past me, their little bodies heavy with pollen. It’s moments like these that fill me with awe.

The red maples are in full bloom, painting the landscape in strokes of vibrant life, making it all the more surreal that here we are, in February, basking in 60-degree weather under a sun that shines like it’s mid-spring.

As I made my way through the apiary, the air was alive with the sound of my bees. It’s a kind of music to me, each hive humming its own tune. I carefully observed each one, noting which hives were abuzz with energy and which ones seemed a bit too quiet for comfort. It's like doing a roll call, checking in on old friends to see who's thriving and who might need a helping hand.

This day with my bees was a gentle reminder of why I do what I do. It’s about more than just beekeeping; it’s about connecting with the rhythm of nature, about being part of something much bigger than myself. There's an indescribable joy in witnessing the fruits of your labor thriving under the sun, in knowing that each warm day in February is a gift not to be taken for granted.

Walking away from my hives, with the hum of the apiary slowly fading in the background, I felt a profound sense of peace and purpose. There’s a certain magic in these moments, a reminder of the beauty and resilience of nature. And as I looked back, grateful for the day and hopeful for the season to come, I couldn’t help but feel deeply connected to this little piece of the world, my world, where life buzzes with endless possibilities.