I got a present from my bee keeper friend Michel today. He knows I like honeycomb so he gave me some “miel en brèche” as it is known in French.
It was up to me to cut it avoiding the metal strips running through it which serve as guides for the bees to build the comb on.
I think I managed quite well, for a beginner.
Morning coffee with fresh bread and honeycomb.
I thoroughly scraped around the frame so I would not waste any of the honey and then I put it outside for the bees to clear up the rest.
However, so far, they do not seem interested in my leftovers but this bumble bee is not going to pass over some easy pickings.
Earlier this morning I had read Emily’s post, “All about the hunny”, in Adventures in Beeland’s Blog, explaining that she and Emma had difficulty extracting their honey. I wonder if this could be a solution in areas where the honey was difficult to extract. However, I am not a bee keeper (not yet). I also love honeycomb and if some pieces of the comb mix in, it does not bother me, in fact I like it. I always remember honeycomb being something extra special and it was a particular favourite of my grandfather. I wonder whether this is an unusual taste or not?
Just as an update – some honey bees did come.
And the odd honey bee deserted the Nepeta underneath to sample the honey.
a french garden 