#apiarists

[historybizarre]

This practice of “telling the bees” may have its origins in Celtic mythology where the presence of a bee after a death signified the soul leaving the body, but the tradition appears to have been most prominent in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries in the U.S. and Western Europe. The ritual involves notifying honey bees of major events in the beekeeper’s life, such as a death or marriage.

While the traditions varied from country to country, “telling the bees” always involved notifying the insects of a death in the family—so that the bees could share in the mourning. This generally entailed draping each hive with black crepe or some other “shred of black.” It was required that the sad news be delivered to each hive individually, by knocking once and then verbally relaying the tale of sorrow.

[eserprogram]

What type of bees do we use here to make honey and what do they do over the winter?

What type of bees do we use here to make honey and what do they do over the winter?

Answer and pictures from the folks at Cox’s Honey European honeybees are what we typically call the bees that search out and gather nectar here in Idaho. This nectar is brought back to the hive and turned into honey. The breeds of bees commonly used around here are Carniolans and Italians. Each breed has its plus and minuses. The Carniolans are the most docile of these breeds. It takes a lot to…

[honeyednightmare]

Checking in on our hives!

[biladal-sham]

Palestinian boys work at their father’s apiary in the village of Doura, west of Hebron in the occupied West Bank. Hazem Bader

[ahedderick]

   I forget when we found the first swarm of bees, maybe two weeks ago? Anyway, it was a small swarm and a beekeeper came over and scooped them into a hive. Then, yesterday evening, we found another much larger swarm. They were huddled in a tree near the road. A second beekeeper (brother-in-law of the first) came over right at dusk. He placed the hive under the mass of bees and then gently shook the tree. They plopped into the box, and those who were left out filed neatly and quickly inside after their queen.

   At this point, who knows how many bees are still in the wall of the house. And there were three queens? Or maybe the workers made themselves a new queen very quickly after their first swarm got disrupted by cold weather. If we are REALLY lucky, maybe this is all of them, and the wall of the house is beeless, now.

   Anyhoo, I very, very much wanted to walk over and gently put my hand in among the bees. I didn’t, but I wanted to.

[bio-child]

My bees swarmed today. That means they’re doing well enough to split! 🐝 Half took off and the other half will stay with me.

[grimdork]

He's like both parts of The Mummy, Brendan Frasier and the bugs.

Meyer Leopold Duvall, local Madam Tussad's exhibit, thousands of insects in a trench coat, and a human male who looks like shit.

Twitter Pillowfort

[sourirenoire]

one of my bees stung me on the cheek when i was working in the apiary, and now i look like a lop-sided chipmunk

[blackbeeno3569]

THE APIARIST, chapter 10, page 111

Rise of the Guardians fancomic

The Prologue

Chapter 1: I Wept The Day We Met

Chapter 2: The Stories To Be Heard (part A)

Chapter 2: The Stories To Be Heard (part B)

Chapter 3: Memories From The Shadows (part A)

Chapter 3: Memories From The Shadows (part B)

Chapter 4: The Teatime

Chapter 5: Something Wicked

Chapter 6: Blood Under The Oaks

Chapter 7: Yadwiga

Chapter 8: The Extent Of Things We Are (part A)

Chapter 8: The Extent Of Things We Are (part B)

Chapter 9: The Stream

Chaper 10: Where The Monsters Are Hidden

Extra side stories: The Midsummer Dance, Miniature and Storytelling

[garbagesura]

WIP of my sweet baby girl 🍯🐻

[mifhortunach]

fhdjdnfk also; train fight is,,, Incredible ! chine is Doing A Good Job! then as soon as help (lyke & hazard) steps in it all goes to shit! bad enough that Pickman shows up, who also IMMEDIATELY starts having A Bad Time ! so duvall, w no applicable skills!!! ollies in, and just fckn freezes/untangles it fhdjdnfkdndk

[the-faultofdaedalus]

Tally A Sackett?

TALLY MY BELOVED! they’re a member of the gen3 avengers, who became such after defecting from the AIM group their parents are a part of (advanced idea mechanics — and you will see why the distinction is important in a sec) after Ben (also part of gen3, who’s family is part of a entirely different AIM (apiarists in marigold) which has one hell of a rivalry with actual AIM (advanced idea mechanics)) is kidnapped by them. tally, who has been very :/ about the whole AIM family situation for a while sees that they have locked up someone their age and also ben is like, Nice, and keeps trying to talk to them, so… they just break ben out and leave.

they have powers due to some experiment that went wrong and now they are uh… capable of IRL speedrun strats. it’s very fun. they accidentally no-clipped through the earth and ended up in hell once. they go by Glitch as a hero.

[allegedlyfranzferdinand]

too tired to explain myself but beekeeping was such an inspired choice to make sherlock holmes' retirement activity. actually perfect

[ahedderick]

Bees

   It’s been a very chilly, rainy two days, here. Terrible weather for bugs. For some reason, some or all of the honeybees currently living inside the farmhouse walls decided to swarm. We found a miserable, compact lump of bees huddled in a large holly bush. My husband, working for the Forest Service as he does, has an awful lot of contacts, and he was able to find an apiarist to come over immediately and scoop them up. They went into a nice, roomy white hive and were transported to his property. Where, we hope, they will be happy and productive. It has yet to be determined whether there are still bees left in the wall with a second queen. If it gets warmer tomorrow I will check to see if there are any remaining. I hope not, it would be nice if we could repair the wall and not have to worry about any more bees.

May 7, 2022

[bookishluna]

Monthly Digest | January 2022

Monthly Digest | January 2022

Hello and welcome to the first Monthly Digest of 2022! This month was VERY chaotic personally with work, getting sick, and just a lot of stuff that needed my attention. Somehow I managed to find time to read, make, and do some other fun things. Reading My reading mojo is back! I was able to finish 9 books, which is a shock because I only read 1 last month. I really was afraid that trend was…

[the-last-cuddlebender]

Okay but listen

Modern!AU Kataang

Beekeeper!Aang

Aang loves every one of his little bubbly bumble bees

He sells honey and honeycomb and beeswax at the little farmers market under the bridge in the city. It’s held right against the grassy bed of the canal, and the bridge is huge and gives them plenty of shade. It’s like an amphitheater in under there

His stall is 2 aisles across from Katara’s, but they clearly see each other through the gap that was made for the walkway in the aisles between them. 

Sokka runs a food truck and leaves the TV on so the mini-plaza that they made can always watch the game (the “Icedodgers” are Sokka’s favorite team)

Aang’s literally the sweetest thing there

Katara got stung by the love bug and hasn’t recovered.

He was so calm and nice that he rarely ever got stung by his bees, not even those that accidentally followed him to market (he hushed them like little kids, put them in a little net carrier, and took them back home)

He was a quiet man, but he was always moving, even if it was just the slightest bit--the bouncing of his leg, the tapping of his finger, or the little fiddle with a fold of his shirt. If he talked, though, he was anything but quiet...but he was always kind

He was always—always—moving. Always buzzing with energy.

He was graceful but also clumsy. It was a...unique combination. It didn’t hurt him one bit, though. He bounced off like it had meant nothing. (he was literally like the lil bees he so loved...he claimed to have a favorite named Appa)

Katara grows moonpeaches and sells them in the market, but, one year, her trees aren’t doing too hot.

She has a little cry about it after she hits her breaking point, and Aang is helping her in an instant

Long story short, she asks to rent some of his bees to help her trees (that her mother had planted) so that her business doesn’t go under (renting bees in a real thing btw my neighbors do it with their blueberry farm)

Aang does her one better and gives her a full hive, but he has to teach her how to handle and care for them, of course. 

Katara was by no means weak, but even she couldn’t help herself if she was swarmed. 

She hit her head pretty bad when she gets spooked and falls back, but she didn’t want to go to the hospital. The last time she went there with someone, she was the only one to come out. 

Aang helps her get better

Katara has to take some medicine, but a spoonful of sugar isn’t around (honey works just as well, though)

The first time she calls him “honey”, it’s an accident

The second time she doesn’t know she did it until she sees his smile

The third time it’s to wave him down when he’s a little lost trying to find the restaurant she had chosen to have their first date (he had spun in a graceful little circle but also bumped into a pole--clumsy but graceful as always)

The first time he calls her “sweetie”, it’s right before their first kiss

The second doesn’t have a limit, because he called her by the nickname every moment after

...Their businesses both boom in the next season

Because no one had seen moonpeaches so big

And no one had tried honey made from the pollen from moonpeaches. It was almost pinkish in the right light

Kindof like a blush

Like whenever he called her sweetie

Or whenever she called him honey

The end?