Where Bees + Flowers will meet.
Spring in Montana is a gentle dance. The calling of the birds, longer daylight hours, a soft dapple of sunlight on the ponds. And then, snow.
I visited the bees before this week’s storm, and they are busy. Steady streams of foragers returning with golden pollen clutched to their legs. Inside the hive, there is constant movement - cleaning, reorganizing, preparing for a new generation. Summer bees, soon to replace the hardier winter ones.
That quiet, steady rhythm is not unlike our own on the farm right now. Everything is beginning to shift. The chickens are laying more, birdsong carries through the day, and that first vibrant green is starting to push through.
Inside, things are being reset. Windows opened, spaces cleared. Spring cleaning is just ahead, well timed with what we are building next.
Our baby herb starts are tucked under grow lights in the garage, waiting for the ground to warm enough to take them in. A flower or two has already brightened the Calendula. In time, they’ll be planted in the field next door to the apiary.
Bees and flowers, side by side.
I can’t wait for them to meet.
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