I want it to snow. Or I want to have spring and sun and warmth and watching the bees collecting the colours from the green. I miss going to the hive and watch them fly, I miss getting calmer by just hearing the sound of the bees. I miss taking care of them, while they are taking care of me.
Spring 2014. Three generations of beekeepers, me, my mother in law Mrs A. and my daughter S. – critically observing the hive below and the swarm we caught, in the distance (not in the picture). First we did not catch the queen but in a second attempt we managed to get her and by that we saved that swarm.