Caged in....

Survivors!!

I’m feeling a bit restless today. After the recent bomb cyclone brought subzero temperatures, snow, and ice, yesterday’s brief stretch of 54-degree weather felt like a gift. Unfortunately, today we’re back down to 36 degrees, and I can officially say I am tired of the cold.

This winter has been especially tough. For the first time, I’ve seen snow so frozen that I can walk across it without sinking in. Feeding the cats has felt like navigating a skating rink, every step a careful one. And through it all, my thoughts kept returning to the bees—wondering if I had treated enough, fed enough, and whether they were even still alive under all that cold.

Yesterday’s warmth finally brought a sense of relief. Seeing bees flying again and hearing that steady, happy buzz along the landing boards lifted a weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying. It was reassurance I desperately needed. Now, with the cold settling back in, the late-winter blues have returned. There’s so much waiting to be done, postmortems on lost colonies, preparing for the next round of IPM treatments, repairing equipment...but my mind keeps drifting to sunshine and time spent peacefully in the apiary.

Spring can’t come soon enough. I’m very much looking forward to slipping back into the rhythm of warmer days and busy bees. Hang in there, friends, it’s coming. I promise.