“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” ― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
October is the month that always seems to pass too quickly for us. In our part of the Ohio River Valley, the mornings have only the slightest chill, the days are usually sunny and warm but not hot. And the skies are a shade of blue that can break your heart. It’s a beautiful month.
In the early mornings, the bees are moving slowly, the chilly air cooling their ardor a bit. But they soon take full advantage of the afternoon sun, gathering all the nectar they can before Jack Frost comes along and does what he does.
We’ve had a few warmer days lately (almost summer-like) and a few people like to say it’s “Indian Summer” but my Granny always said the real Indian Summer comes after a hard frost and at least a few days of a shivering cold. She would scoff at the idea (at least in our neck of the woods) of an Indian Summer in October. And skeptical of any before Thanksgiving.
I like those old “Farmer’s Almanac” kind of terms like Indian Summer and Blackberry Winter. Blackberry Winter is a cold snap that comes in the spring after a spell of warm weather. It’s nipped more than a few of our seedlings we impatiently stuck in the ground in a fit of spring fever. Spring affects our judgement, what can we say.
But spring is a long way away. And we’ve the whole winter to get through.
So stay busy, little bees. Frosty November will be upon us soon enough.
Have you had your first frost yet? Is your garden put to bed and sleeping? And for our friends in the southern hemisphere, happy spring! We’re living vicariously through you!