The culmination of my first years beekeeping activity and it’s time to get the first harvest extracted and potted up.
Before getting going on beekeeping I’d made contact with a knowledgeable ex-pat British beekeeper, Vic. He’d freely doled out help and advice throughout the course of the year and had offered us the loan of his extracting equipment when the time came. I’d had the honey super off the hive for quite a few weeks and it was time to get cracking.
The bees capped the frames in the super with a thin layer of wax. I’d sliced the top off of one of these previously in an impatient attempt to get at my first taste of the Bellebouche honey harvest. But, there is another way! (more…)
The colours this autumn are truly breath taking.
The French oak trees are shedding their green cloaks and putting on a performance of Joseph’s Technicolour Dream Coat.
Gold, brown, red, orange, bronze, copper, yellow, pink and lime are all taking centre stage.
Whenever I am out and about I can’t but help smile at seeing these colours.
Each season brings something special and this autumn is certainly the most colourful of our autumn’s here in France.
Each time I visit the shops for groceries I have to drive through a small wood where the trees form a tunnel with their leaves and branches.
In the spring this tunnel is a vibrant green as the new leaves appear.
The summer provides dappled light for the green undergrowth and ferns.
Autumn brings the firework display of colours. (The photo on the right doesn’t really do the colours full justice.)
Finally,winter brings the ghostly bare branches and darkness to the tunnel.
Then before you know it, spring is on its way to start the whole kaleidoscope of colours again.