The sudden need to harvest and make jams and jelly puts us under a certain strain this time of year…
We noticed the redcurrants were ripe and needed picking. I dragged out the our huge fruit net and tried to throw it over the redcurrants to give us time. I mistakenly tried to unfold it all in front of the little people who found the net to be a wonderful game. The net gave us a few more days in the game we play with the birds. Eventually we threw ourselves into the fruit plants with colanders and buckets in hand.
The redcurrants surprised us as they seem to have taken over from the blackcurrants. This must have happened over the autumn and spring by some sort of plant stealth. Last year we harvested three kilograms of redcurrants; this year we have at least ten. Lots of redcurrant jelly and a bit of redcurrant wine is on the menu.
Then there is the bees…. I marked the unproductive queen for death and waited for her replacement to arrive by post from a local breeder in Belfast. When he told me he was ready to post her it was the trigger for me to go in and kill the old queen. It is said that sometimes a hive roars when the queen is killed. I had never noticed this and often put the queen aside in an empty box during inspections without any sign of loss or concern from the bees. Yet, whenever I lifted her with the intention of killing her the hive roared. The sound of it caught me off guard and startled me. It was as if I was under the bonnet of an engine and the driver dropped down a gear and floored it to overtake. The queen was dropped in some vodka (to become swarm lure) and the new queen arrived in the post, but the roar would come back to haunt me.
The better queen, the good hive, filled two super boxes with honey. When the Mayflower (Hawthorn) was in full ‘flow’ I made a habit of going out to the hive in the evening. From a few feet away the smell would hit me and then I could stand beside the hive and listen to the hum, like standing beside an unusually fragrant air conditioning system. Then, as the tide of summer carried on, the good hive showed signs of swarming. I carried out the standard artificial swarm, yet took it a step too far. There was once wise advice that I heard and I try to live by with respect to beekeeping; If there is no decision or action to take based on a hive inspection then don’t do the inspection. Leave them alone. If is just about satisfying my curiosity and there is nothing actionable, then leave them alone. I don’t know why I ignored this but I did. I wanted to see that the queen was doing well and I carried out an inspection on her hive after the artificial swarm. I also don’t think I was in a good state of mind during the inspection and rushed things, and got clumsy. They roared. I heard the queenless roar that I had recently discovered. I gently closed them up and naively hoped for the best. A week later I went in to check the honey and they were very grumpy; flying off the comb and pinging my veil. All this behaviour from a normally gentle hive just confirmed what I already knew; they were queenless. A few weeks ago I deliberately killed a queen and gone to great effort to achieve it, then I accidentally killed another queen in a fumbled moment. Now I really will follow the wisdom and leave them alone in the hope that they raise an emergency queen.
I lifted two super boxes (they are actually called supers) of honey. The only problem was that they were not fully capped. Capping is the bee’s way of sealing the honey for storage and it is a sign that the honey is ‘ripe’. If a beekeeper just harvested the liquid in the combs there is a large risk that it is nectar that the bees have not removed the water from yet. If nectar if put in jars it eventually ferments. From my regular evening visits I knew that the bees had stopped their ripening of the late spring flow. My instinct was that the honey was ripe. Geeky bit: Using a refractometer confirmed my suspicions and I extracted 18 out of the 20 frames (two frames passed the ‘shake it does it drip test’ but failed the geeky refractometer test).
Last year we got no honey at all and I missed it. I can buy honey, I can even buy local honey. I missed the extraction. I missed the magic of it. Previously I shared the experience with the little man as a two year old. Now he is two years wiser and bursting with questions. How do they make the honey? How does the extractor work? Why did you squash that dead bee? And that one? And this year there was the addition of the two year old little lady perched near the honey tap and demanding that everyone feed her honey. This year I had the little why man and the little diva lady and it was a celebration of spring, summer, boiling jelly, nectar and the harvest.