…With A Cold Shoulder
I took the day off from work yesterday and the weather was on my side. Still plenty of snow on the ground but the temperature had soared to nearly 60°F. The honeybees should have been out and about now with a temperature this high, but alas, none to be seen. So I decided to inspect one hive. Intrinsically I knew I had to face my fear somehow. It’s better to know early than not know at all. I suspected they may have died of starvation since the weather has been inconsistent. That forces the bees to consume their stored food faster leaving them with nothing inside and nothing for them to forage outside. But I wasn’t expecting what I saw. There were no bees in the hive. None at all.
I ended up opening all the hives. My worst fear had come true. There were only a few dead bees in each hive which was otherwise empty. There were plenty of capped and uncapped honey frames in each hive but no live occupants.
First sadness hit, then depression, then self-doubt….what did I do wrong? I’ve been taking a mite count throughout the season and it’s been very low. We provided clean water. We provided food, with the supporting evidence of plenty left over in each hive. The only thing I did not do was treat them with chemicals. But I have never treated them from the start. They were fine and happy for many years, from one generation to the next, living their lives naturally.
I’m still sad and depressed but giving up is not in my nature. I will clean up the empty hives on my next day off and have them readied for new occupants. New honeybee packages are coming in next month and I hope we will work well together like their long gone relatives.
But there was a bright part of the day…I finally dug my way to the igloo, my cold frame. What was left in there were carrots, Mustard greens, a few Pac choi too. The lettuce I had sown in January had come up, barely reaching half an inch.
I pulled weeds out, watered the soil a little and sowed a few more seeds: Mizuna, Mustard greens, Radish, Arugula, Chinese broccoli, and more lettuce. They should start to sprout in a week and within a couple more weeks I can have my first salad of the season.
Our resident Eastern Bluebirds are also looking for a nest box in our yard and haven’t given up despite harassment from the House sparrow.
As the Buddhists say, ‘all is impermanence.’ There will be more honeybees. The garden is still there and this year’s seedlings are all sprouting high in the house and itching to get their feet in the ground outside. I really can’t complain.