Carnies and Buckfasts and Italians — oh, my!

It’s 22 degrees outside, and snow is in the forecast for tomorrow, but I’m not paying any attention to winter’s tantrums at all, because my mind is already assembling frames and dumping boxes of bees into hives.

One summer without bees was about as much as I can handle, so I’m really amped about the fact that Ron has placed an order for some more of those ornery Buckfasts from Texas and made an appointment to pick up a nuc of Carniolan-Italian hybrids from an ol’ boy over in Stoddard County in April.

I can be content without many things, but an apiary is not one of them. It’s been way too long since I suited up and popped open a hive. I expect this will be the sweetest spring ever.