oh honey bun



This farm has always had beehives. Well not always always, but Dad was maybe twelve when he got his first hive? That's some years (due respect and all.)

In the bee stakes I'm a bit of an observer, not because I'm not riveted by the wee things, I think they're awesome and I'm a huge honey fan, but bees were something Adam particularly wanted to do, so he does the bees. 

A week or so ago, we… er… they robbed our hives for the first time. Dad had sold his hives and honey extractor to someone before we decided to move down here. That someone turned out to be an awesome chick called Sharon who we found by accident and totally love. She's hilarious. Turns out Dad's hives are kinda cranky, maybe because they're elderly and established. They're safely housed in Berry and in Shaz's capable hands – they only occasionally get knocked over by a sheep – and our two new hives have been humming along peacefully here since September. 

Sharon returned Dad's extractor to us though, which was truly awesome because it's a little bit of farm history. And it still works well. 




See Adam's right hand in the photos above? Quite swollen? Three bee stings, right on top of each other. Wasn't bothering him at this point but by evening it was incredibly itchy and pretty sore. I went to the chemist and got him some antihistemine to help the itch. I'd forgotten, and so had he, that he really shouldn't take antihistemine. It knocks him out. 

I was cleaning up after dinner and heard a loud thump and discovered him in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. I tried not to panic, he looked completely unconscious, but he was very zen, said he hadn't felt a thing, he had just thought he was at the bottom when he had about eight steps left to go. Generally unharmed, just knocked out. No worries, put some honey on the sting next time. Or crushed garlic, or lavender oil. And no more antihistemine.

There's always a wee traveller!




Honey on a croissant, anyone?


Thank you bees. 



13 Comments on “oh honey bun

April 18, 2013 at 11:18 pm

Food of the Gods.

I got stung three times on my hand and arm once – I had to spend three days in bed with a limb looking like the Michellin man! Finally gave up after two stings on my face which had a dramatic effect on me.

Those old extractors do go on for years!

April 19, 2013 at 4:58 am

You certainly do set a fine table, Fiona. My memories of honey go back to the 50s when my grandma’s brother, Barney (real name Sam) came to town on the train from the bush once a year with a huge tin of his honey. When that tin was nearly empty, he always came back again.

It’s a great thing to keep bees. Isn’t Sharon good for returning the extractor! There are some amazing people around.

And all that just to say your hives look heathy and buzzing. What sort of flowers are the bees collecting from?

April 19, 2013 at 7:11 am

Theyve got lavender and lots of native wattle and banksias, Adams researching good bee-plants all the time and were planning on planting more in the spring! Very nice to hear from you Rhonda, lots of love xxx

April 19, 2013 at 9:19 am

Amazing! I love the thought of keeping bees. however being allergic to them it’s not an option 🙁

April 19, 2013 at 9:42 am

That looks wonderful – I can almost taste it! I would love to keep bees in the backyard, but living next to a primary school, I think we’d get some serious neighbour issues. So I’ll just keep buying local honey and chatting to the bees that visit. 😉

Penny Hannah
April 19, 2013 at 8:27 pm

Lucky you having Brave Men to do the collecting! Beeswax candles next?

April 20, 2013 at 2:02 am

How cool! We became beekeepers a year ago and are still waiting to harvest honey. I’ll be covered from head to toe with my Ultra Breeze beekeepers suit, gloves, and hightop tennies because I don’t want to be stung!

So glad Adam is going to be okay! That must have given you quite a scare!

How many pounds of honey did you get from your hives?


Just Joyful
April 20, 2013 at 7:40 am

Wonderful! This brought back so many memories. My Dad was a keen beekeeper, but didn’t have any hives, for some reason. But everytime we’d go out into the bush, Dad would be able to spot the bees and find their hive. And if the hive was accessible, like in a log on the ground, he’d go foraging through it to find the queen to show us kids. He didn’t care about getting stung – didn’t even notice it, said he was immune after so many stings when he was a kid.

But the best thing about having a beekeeper in the family was only ever eating “real” honey. So yummy! It was a bit of a shock going to store-bought stuff, I can tell you!

April 20, 2013 at 8:57 am

I’d love bees, your beautiful pictures and story have only made me want them more!

April 20, 2013 at 8:13 pm

Wow!! I’ve always had the most awesome respect for bees and bee-kepers, although never been inclined myself. I love all the different flavours that honey has, and it’s always a treat to choose which one to buy next. We are lucky to have some amazing suppliers locally, that stupor-market honey just cannot compare. Glad to hear Adam was ok after his little tumble…. I know the feeling well at the moment I’m afraid.

April 21, 2013 at 7:59 am

What? I can’t believe no one said it….


April 21, 2013 at 7:30 pm

Is it bad that that story about Adam is quite funny, in my head? Love to him.
The photos are fantastic- what amazing skills and knowledge you guys are building. Sad that I only see stuff like that on the walls of quaint pubs!

Bee Girl (AKA Melissa)
April 22, 2013 at 1:10 pm

Glad Adam is OK! It’s no fun falling down stairs!

Congrats on the honey harvest! How fantastic they made it through another season with honey to spare!


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