Hours of the Wolf, er Bees

I'm up. In the middle of the night. Bees are here, in Stillwater. Waiting. I'm getting the Scientist up at 5 am, taking her to work, hurtling across the cities to the bee-vendor, careening through the cities and through the near-fields and farmlands to the site of Lake Isles of Innisfree Apiaries, located at Rising Moon Farm, dumping the bees in the three boxes I set up for them a week ago, bide a bit with the farmer, then dash back for the Scientist and a bit of rest. Napping, maybe, too.

There is a 60% chance that it will be rainy and cold when I hive the bees. But it must be done. Tomorrow there is a chance of thunderstorms and I'd rather not be out in that, and the bees would be even more unsettled by all the ozone.

Minneapolis now has an ordinance that allows beekeeping, but there won't be applications available for a bit, and there will be a process to follow, getting consents from people. I am hopeful that my brother and his family would like to host my hives, but moving them up here will be a challenge once they are started.

Back to bed.