As I was driving down this winding road in GriggsDakota, I stopped to look at the wild plum tree on the right of this photo. The plums are hard and sour. The instant they are ripe and delicious, deer will be here for a meal. Notice the beehives in the distance.
The bees were hard at work in the roadside wild flowers. I thought of a jar of golden honey in a quaint shop with a pretty label reading "Wild Flower Honey." Here it is in the making.
The bees never stop moving as they crawl around on the blossom, they quickly fly off. My dad used to tell us that if we would leave the bees alone, they would leave us alone. I know that is not always true. No matter how careful you are, one can fly by and sting you in an instant. But on this beautiful September day, with reminders that blossoms and bees will not be here with me on future visits, I decided to believe my dad's advice and look around.
These bee hives are in our pasture near CRP and blossoming crops. There are three different honey operations that have hives in various spots on GriggsDakota.The beekeepers like their hives near canola, clover and sunflower fields to produce tasty honey. They like a place for hives with some shelter such as a farmstead or shelter belt with trees.
The hives were buzzing and full of action as bees hovered around. Some were flying in, others taking off up into the air.
On this hive, the bees were mostly hovering around the bottom.
On this one they were clinging to and hovering near the top of the hive.
The life of the bees seems very purposeful as they scour the meadows and fields for pollen. Farmer Fred would call this "task oriented." They truly are "busy as bees."
Once again, wisdom from Dad turned out to be true. No trouble from the bees as I leave the area. Of course, Mom is the one who told me that it is always better to be lucky than smart.