There is nothing in this world like tasting the first spoonful of honey from your very own beehive. Nothing can compare to that heavy, golden sweetness of your own personal, local, raw honey. It's an experience I wish everyone could have... similar to biting into the first vegetable you ever grew or wearing the first dress you ever made. There's just something- otherworldly- about these moments. To me, they're everything that's authentic and real and lovely in this life.
This weekend was my first fall honey harvest. Wanting to leave my bees every advantage this winter, I left them all but one bulging frame of honey. They'll live off those honey stores until the earth begins blooming again in the spring, so my "harvest" was modest, to say the least.
oh, the quality of that harvest! I used the (old fashioned) crush and strain method to
extract that gorgeous honey (also called the jar to jar method), and
yielded over 2 pints of honey from that single frame. Two pints! The goal here was to filter the raw honey without heating it, thereby keeping it in its purest, most unadulterated form. This
morning, I rendered the beeswax so I can begin making balms. Oh man.
The quality of this honey and wax is... like nothing I've ever tasted or
seen. This is real. This is authentic. This is pure.
I'm hooked for life.
If you've ever wanted to get into beekeeping, I encourage you: do it. Don't put it off! If bees aren't your thing, please, I encourage you: support your local beekeeper. Plant bee friendly plants. Buy local, raw honey.
Here's to many more fall honey harvests! Wishing you a sweet Monday.