The title makes this post out to be much more exciting than it is. So here’s the skinny.

We’ll start with hive1, our original hive that we installed the package, that we drove 5 hours one way to get, last year.
When spring decided to come at the end of February, the bees, not having a calendar, farmers almanac, or the weather channel, began to proliferate. They appeared to have no trouble finding pollen and were busy as… well. bees.
I gave them a little sugar syrup just in case it got cold again and/or they ran out of honey since I didn’t really suspect a nectar flow quite yet.
In any case, it didn’t really get cold again for a while, the queen began to lay like it was spring and I got super excited knowing that I had made it through my first winter and the bees were doing amazingly.
Then they swarmed.
I suspected it was in the cards. All signs pointed to yes but having the hands off approach that I’ve had, I didn’t do anything to keep it from happening.
It happened. We were able to catch the swarm and hive them. (they’re in hive2)
Then it got super cold. Colder than it was the majority of winter. We had to fire the wood stove back up and bust out the winter coats. The problem with this for the bees is that.. When there is brood (the queen does not lay in the winter) the workers make it their job to keep the brood warm, like an incubator, so it survives. There are typically few honey stores in the brood nest, and the workers won’t leave the brood to feed themselves. They will continue to feed the queen and brood and allow themselves to starve. I fear this is what happened as I began to see piles of bodies outside of the hive. I also noticed quite a few drones wondering around the yard as if they had no place to go (remember, they get kicked out in winter because they’ll eat all the honey and are mostly useless) so I’m thinking they must have gotten the boot. I still noticed a fair amount of activity at the hive though for some time. I’m not sure when I noticed that it had pretty much ceased. I could stand and stare for 3 minutes or so and wouldn’t see a single bee come or go. This was REALLY odd for nice weather.
School was finishing, life was busy, I knew there was likely little I could do so continued to carry on hoping they were just in a funk and would be buzzing crazily in no time.
Days passed, still nothing. I saw the suggestion of listening with a stethoscope on a forum, so did that. I heard buzzing. Faint. But buzzing no less. This was somewhat reassuring.
We finally made it into the hive yesterday. Went through and did a full inspection. I noticed right off that there weren’t many bees at all. but there were bees. Lots of honey, a good portion of which was capped. Found the queen on a comb with some brood, but that was the only bar with brood in the whole hive. Not a single drone to be found.

I’m not sure exactly why they’re not flying. I’m not sure why there are so few. I have no idea why there isn’t more brood.
My hypothesis is that she is/was the virgin queen (the preceding queen almost always leaves with the swarm)… When it got cold they booted the drones. In addition to the booted drones, some of the workers were unable to survive as well (from the cold itself, or starving, or who knows).. The queen could not go out on her mating flight until it got warm, if she’s even done that yet. It takes a few weeks before she begins to lay AFTER that flight. So I’m guessing she has yet to reach that stage.
If all of this is the case and it’s not some crazy disease that I don’t know about, then they may have a chance. Once she gets to laying, their numbers will go right back up. I suppose there’s a small chance she’s infertile but I believe it’s too early to call. I’m rooting for this hive. Naturally.

So.. now for the honey. Being that the colony is substantially smaller than it was just a few weeks ago, the hive is setup for a much larger colony. The problem with this is it’s much more space for them to protect as well as control the temperature, etc. With so few bees, they could easily get overrun with a pest. I know that in order to avoid this, they need a more condensed space, so I wanted to take a few bars out. I hate to take all their honey, or even a decent portion, because I definitely don’t want them to starve, but what are they going to do with 15 bars of honey for maybe a pound of bees? There was one bar that hadn’t even been built yet. That one went. A bar that had barely been built out and was empty. Gone. Then there were a couple bars with a decent amount of capped honey, but were at the ends of the hive and not very popular with the bees (they tend to stay as close to the queen as possible) so I took those.

Came in, and tried my hand at the “crush and strain” method of honey extraction. (I’m sure I’ll post more on that some time) and this is what I got…

You can rest assured that it tastes as good as it looks.

About a week ago we “stole” a bar of wax from our hive. I double checked to see if the bees would benefit more if we left it. Apparently they prefer to draw new comb anyways, so I felt like it was a win win.

With the wax I made a candle and some lip balm. I only made a small batch of lip balm with wax I had left after re waterproofing their feeder but it turned out quite well and I started thinking about all the wax I was about to have and decided I’d make more.

I stole more bars, ordered some tins, and waited. They arrived yesterday morning. When the UPS man came I jumped out of bed to eye my new tins and instantly got to work melting wax.

Who needs breakfast when there’s lip balm to be made?

Once the wax melted I added organic coconut oil and a touch of local honey (since our bees are still working to feed themselves) and voila!

Then I made a stamp and stamped a bunch of labels then shrink wrapped using the heat of the wood stove (because shrink wrap isn’t remotely green but people tend to like it).

Now I’d like to offer these up for sale. $3 each for approximately a quarter ounce of goodness. Shipping will run $2, then $1 for each additional tin. (I’ll probably make a paypal link for this shortly and put it on the sidebar or something, just keep your eyes peeled. or email greenintheghetto@gmail.com)

In addition to that, I’d like to give a tin away.

Comment here with your favorite lip balm flavor (for a future batch) as well as your email.

For an extra entry, share this on Facebook, Twitter, your blog, etc. and provide a link in a separate comment (in addition to your email).

I’ll pick a winner using random.org Some time around Wednesday afternoon.

Good luck!

Update: The “buy now” bit has been added on the right —>

I stole a bar of wax from the bees

I stared at it for a couple days, because it’s so awesome. And pretty. And it smells amazing!

Then I was all “I should do something a little more awesome to do with it before it falls and breaks or gets covered in who knows what.”.. I started just slowly cutting it into a container, then I thought I’d try squishing some. It made awesome little sheets. It’s not the same as the beeswax candle sheets you get at the store. Those are made with a machine. It is equally awesome though. Wait. Probably more awesome.

Anyways. I decided to roll it around some thin cotton rope and make it a candle.

It was quick, easy, and awesome!

Even though our neighborhood is riddled with vacant properties things are looking up.

Even though we live in a food desert there is hope.

You see, there has been this vacant convenience store across the street since we moved in. I imagine it went down with the other business’ that relied on liqueur sales, because there are definitely no gas pumps out front to bring people in.
I would look at it and think how wonderful it’d be if it was a thrift store. B dreamt of it being a health food store. I’d take about anything over a neglected property.

Just last month some fellows decided to take it on.

It’s none of the things we imagined. It’s just a simple convenience store, but that’s ok. It’s something!
B says they’re going to have a deli. This is great news! If it’s a community gathering place. A place for kids to grab a snack. I’m fine with it all.

B told them about Healthy in a Hurry and we will be even more excited if they can be added to the list of places to pick up fresh produce. Maybe that snack can be an apple instead of doritos.

Meanwhile, I’m just happy to see the space occupied.

Here in Louisville, KY it is 63 degrees today. February 1st and 63 degrees.
I wish (ok, not entirely. I am a sucker for un-cold) I could say today is an odd day but truth be told, this entire winter has been odd and it’s my understanding this situation is not unique to Louisville.

I went out to toss the chickens some scraps and a bee flew on my forehead. One of OUR bees. I look over at the hive and see this…

The bees are going WILD!

The package we got nearly a year ago was from Louisiana, so maybe this isn’t that strange to them. I don’t know how bee brains operate. The only bee left from that package is the queen though, not that I have any idea what that matters. As if the bees are all like “We’re in Kentucky now. It’s going to get cold here.”

Still! I totally expected my bees to be hudled up in a ball buzzing away trying to keep the queen warm for months. Snacking away on their honey reserves just trying to make it to spring. Instead I look at them and think “What the heck are you ladies going after? Surely there’s no nectar flowing? No flowers in bloom. Doesn’t flying around like this just use up your precious energy?”

Alas, I have no idea. I don’t know what they’re out doing. I keep meaning to go on a beekeeping forum and ask but all that free time, ya know.

I just wonder if I should start planting? I heard the USDA changed planting zones. I guess I should check it out.

Sunday B went to the Really Really Free Market and got me a gift.

These really nice hiking shoes…

I’ve never owned a pair of hiking boots before and it’s highly unlikely I’d ever spend the $100+ TO own a pair, but I got these for free. Really really free.

I like the market because it’s a chance for us to get rid of a bunch of stuff. I mostly like barter but I can get down with a gift economy. I mean, in a perfect world, a gift economy is all we would need. For now, that perfect world can exist approximately once a month in a tiny pocket of Louisville (as well as other parts of the nation, as we’re not the only ones doing this)

What’s better than these shoes being free, is that they’re previously loved. I don’t know how many hands it took to make these, how long they worked, what the conditions were like, or how much they got paid but they didn’t do it for me. I like used stuff. These shoes were made. They were purchased. By someone, some where. The damage is done. The crude extracted for the soles, the cow butchered for the uppers, the fields pillaged for the cotton. It’s all done. By taking these shoes, I did not encourage that process to continue, I only kept them from ending up in a landfill somewhere. Much like my fur coat.

I ran out to get my camera tonight, so I could make my post, since I failed yesterday. (If I miss a day, I certainly have no excuse to use my phones camera the following day. Right?)

I figured I’d take pictures of dinner or something. Then I saw this…

A beautiful sunset. The irony is the first two buildings in this image (by the way, this is my first attempt at a real HDR (combining multiple images)) are about as vacant as they come. The orangish one (up front) apparently was a daycare at some point. Then the next one, with the funky mast like thing, was a liqueur store.
We are fortunate to live in one of two dry precincts in the west end, hence the vacant liqueur store. That doesn’t justify why some other business or person hasn’t come and made use of it but it may be that the owner is sitting on it, waiting for the ban to be lifted. Who knows?
In any case, they’re eye sores. More than being eye sores, they’re vacant properties. These are buildings where homeless folks could get out of the cold. Families could get a hot meal. Or maybe someone could start up their own business. The possibilities are many.

But alas, they sit unoccupied. Decaying.

As our nation fights for money, for material objects, for property and possessions. There is this, all around.

Ok, we don’t really make the babies sleep on the floor. This was too cute not to share though.

D was tired, so she passed out on the dogs bed like pad/pillow thing. Poor girl.
Guess she needed some rest before we take her for her first Y swim.

When it comes to shopping, sometimes I have found the cheapest things in life are free… I know there is no such thing as a free lunch. In this case, it’s like rescuing someone else’s lunch from their tray in the cafeteria line, only they never ate it.

This is just one little gem that came from a dumpster from one of our favorite health food stores. Why wasn’t it donated? Donation facilities don’t take out of date meats or dairy products around us. I personally have fairly good judgement when it comes to food, and know yogurt happens to be one of those foods that just doesn’t die right away once that “best by” date arrives.

This came with a bunch of other delectable gems including some local eggs that had two broken in the dozen, some milk, and a couple boxes of delicious partially wilted greens, they make perfect additions to my diet.

I’m taking a break from my trite little green efforts postings to talk about the elephant in the living room…

Crime.

Thing is, I don’t have an elephant in my living room. There may be a dog in there but more likely he’s in the bedroom, or outside. We all have dogs though, right? Or I mean, at least a good portion of us. I know lots of people with a dog. Some even have two or more.

Ok, sorry. So, before we bought this house, before we even stacked our cash and seriously considered even buying a house, I followed the whole “The west end is a big bad scary place and you don’t want to go there. Much less live there.” notion. Well, not entirely. I try not to let fear hold me back without enough reason so I had no problem with coming here, though I never really had a reason to. On occasion that I did, I never saw the issue. Sure, there was a higher concentration of people of color than I had experienced in other parts of the city but that is not nearly enough to scare me. Skin color has never done a single thing to me so what do I care what color people are?

Then we compiled our funds and wanted to buy a house and really, the only place that had houses in our meager price range, was the west end. We were well aware of this and came to peace with it. I devised some sort of funky formula for determining if an area was safe enough or too risky for me and went with it. Maybe it’s a formula I would change now that I know more. Regardless, it seemed to do the job when it came to finding our house.

Thing is, I can find NO evidence that the west end has more crime than most other urban areas of Louisville. I regularly look at Lojic, now I’ve found this crime map, and this one…

from here.

So I’ve outlined our area in red, then circled the corresponding color. You may notice that our crime rate is equivalent to, if not better than, more desirable areas like Germantown, the Highlands, and Clifton.

Worry not family and friends, for we don’t witness shootings at every turn here in the west end. There is not prostitution and drug deals going down on every corner. Maybe these things happen on some, odds are they’re in your neighborhood too, but much like you, we are unaware of them.