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Not Quite Ready

As winter stubbornly clings on while spring makes its persistent push, I find myself caught in the middle of this seasonal tug-of-war, doing everything I can to prepare for the explosion of life that lies just around the corner. These past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity in my beekeeping world as I've tended to my hives with a mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing that the warmer days are fast approaching.

From carefully inspecting each frame for signs of brood to ensuring my bees have an ample supply of food to sustain them, I've been leaving no stone unturned in my quest to get my colonies ready for the springtime hustle and bustle. But despite my best efforts to maintain the delicate balance within the hive, sometimes nature has other plans.

In late February, much to my dismay, I stumbled upon evidence of a swarm in one of my hives—a beekeeper's worst nightmare. And to make matters even more challenging, I find myself on the cusp of a ten-day trip to Germany, leaving me torn between the excitement of travel and the gnawing anxiety about the well-being of my bees in my absence.

As I prepare for this impending journey, I can't help but feel a sense of urgency creeping in. My colonies are rapidly expanding, gearing up for the impending honey flow, and the signs of spring are becoming increasingly evident all around me. The maples and henbit have been in full bloom for weeks now, and the bulbs I planted last fall are starting to peek through the soil—a clear indication that the season of renewal is upon us.

Yet, despite the growing to-do list and the dwindling time frame, I can't help but marvel at the resilience of nature and the unwavering determination of my bees. They've weathered countless storms and faced countless challenges, yet they continue to soldier on, their tireless efforts a testament to the beauty and resilience of the natural world.

So as I embark on this journey, my heart heavy with both excitement and apprehension, I take comfort in the knowledge that my bees are in capable hands—both theirs and mine. And with that thought in mind, I take a deep breath, steel myself for the adventures that lie ahead, and bid farewell to my buzzing companions until my return.

Here's to the wild ride that is beekeeping in springtime, and to the beginning of the season that await me on the other side of my trip to Nuremberg.

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