When I started, I thought,"This will be a year in my life, with bees." I would chronicle all the steps and stages, all the trials and tribulation. It would bee my journal and outlet as well as my record of beekeeping. That was February. Now, on the other side of summer, it's October. One of the hives has been slimed by small hive beetles. The ladies have absconded. Perhaps, by keeping a closer journal, I -- and perhaps you, dear reader -- will learn more about beekeeping in North Florida.
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