I knew 2017 would be a good apple year–the trees had only spit out a few lonely blossoms in 2016–but I hadn’t realized HOW good it would be. The tree closest to the house was especially spectacular. It wasn’t just laden with blossoms: It was humming with bees as well.
My hives are sadly empty; one colony had filled its hive with comb and absconded two years ago, leaving combs full of honey but fortunately no brood or signs of disease. The second colony stayed with me last summer but followed the same pattern, filling their hive with comb and then abandoning it. (Alas, this colony took a fat comb’s worth of honey with them, leaving only wax to pay their rent.)
Both colonies had sent out at least three swarms during the summer, so I suspected (and hoped) that at least some of the bees would stay in the neighborhood. Apparently, some did; despite my empty hives, my yard has been buzzing for the last few weeks. At first, they mostly went for ground ivy blossoms . I was overjoyed to see them; their humming filled me with peace and a sense of reunion.
They were quick to take advantage of the apple trees’ bounty, though.
The bees, however, weren’t the only ones enjoying the blossom-laden apple trees; Sage spent a fair amount of time stretched out in the hammock beneath them.
Alas, the blooms have faded now, leaving the trees looking a bit forlorn despite their new green leaves. But I suspect they won’t be bare for long; thanks to the bees’ diligence, I’d better start looking for apple recipes NOW…