Blossoms are beginning to appear. Spring is sneaking in. Last year at this time, I was way ahead of myself in my garden work. I was anxious for Spring to arrive and for the garden to begin needing me again. This year, I am wary to fall into that trap. Not that I didn't enjoy my toils last Winter/Spring, but they yielded nothing except work for work's sake and maybe a bit of exercise. This year, content with my household putterings inside, I want to do what work is needed; but I do not feel the need to squander excess time and energy. And yet, a part of me worries that I am already falling behind. My bees were completely neglected for December and January. I gave them the occasional close-eye. But I did not do a thorough inspection nor any supplemental feedings. I was more than a little nervous when I took advantage of this sunny week to do a hive inspection. Much to my joy and amazement, the bees were in terrific shape! My queen was laying nice patterns and they had about 5 frames of honey. Now, that is joy. Welcome Spring, welcome blossoms, but don't rush; come at your own pace.
