T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label honey bees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label honey bees. Show all posts

Friday, October 20, 2023

Honey bees and asters

    It’s October, summer has ended and with it early daylight. I noticed these asters full of honey bees and decided I will plant asters in my garden next year. 








Sunday, October 8, 2023

A garden on the corner of Terrebonne and Mayfair

I've walked by this house, on the corner of Terrebone and Mayfair, for years. I usually stop in the summer to take photographs of honey bees in the hydrangea but the owners have transformed their property into a beautiful garden, no grass, just many different types of plants. Earlier this summer, when I was planning what next to do with my garden, I bought a hydrangea to fill in a place as you enter the side gate, only today did I realize that the hydrangea I bought is the same type as found on this corner. I look forward to having more honey bees in our garden because of this. 








Saturday, September 30, 2023

Stopping by St. Philip’s Church

 It was at this moment that I discovered how much honey bees love asters. Summer has ended and the bees are preparing for a long winter, they are bringing in the last pollen and making the last honey that has to last them until next spring when they can, once again, leave the hive in search of pollen and nectar. This is serious business. 












Thursday, September 29, 2022

Bee hives near here

Here is the single bee hive behind Mountainview School. My impression is that the bee hive was placed here for educational purposes, but I didn't see any children in the area so I am probably wrong about this. The bee keeper made some honey, and now the hive will be relocated to where he winters his hives. I really enjoyed seeing the bees, it reminded me of when I had a dozen or so bee hives where I lived in the country; it reminded me of two friends, George Johnston and Reg Skinner, who helped get me into bee keeping. 




Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Honey bees on the corner of Mayfair and Terrebonne

For several years I've seen honey bees in the hydrangea bush on the corner of Mayfair and Terrebonne. I like seeing honey bees having been a beekeeper years ago, and most summers they're in my garden. By the way, this garden on Terrebonne is especially nice, it's probably one of the nicest gardens around here; it's not a typical garden, more of a cottage garden.  








Saturday, July 23, 2022

Honeybees at Mountainview School

I was walking through the parking lot at Mountainview School, just a few blocks from here, when I discovered they have a beehive. The bees are being fed sugar water, which is common in spring, to build up the hive and it looks like a pretty robust hive; the bees are coming and going. I hope they visit my garden, I like seeing honey bees on my flowers, it's one of the things I really like to see as it reminds me of when I was an amateur beekeeper many years ago. The school also has a garden and it looks like they're growing a lot of garlic, and nothing else. 




All garlic?


Mountainview School, beehive is behind the fence on the right


I returned the morning of July 8 and the hives are doing well; the beekeeper has added another box for the bees to expand making honey.





Tuesday, October 5, 2021

The Stare's Nest by My Window, by W.B. Yeats

 



The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies;
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned,
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war;
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare;
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.


Note: the more times I read this poem by Yeats the more impressed I am by it, especially the last stanza. Re. "the stare", it reads on the Internet: "The first urban roost ever recorded was in Dublin's downtown plane trees in the 1840s, when the starling was the "stare" (an Old English word for the bird) and bought for food in city markets."