If you just want the bottom line, you can stop reading. The headline said it all. If you like honey and want to keep eating it, buy it now before the price goes up.
I attended the summer meeting of the Vermont Beekeepers Association Saturday and the main topic of conversation: no honey. No one’s really sure why, but spring was soaking wet and the bees couldn’t fly. The constant rain and warm temperatures melted our large snow pack all at once and Lake Champlain suffered the worst flooding in recorded history (which goes back about 180 years around here).
We all prayed for the rain to stop and it did in late June and it might be starting again now, or it might not. We went from “’too wet to fly” to “too dry for nectar,” or at least that’s what everyone is guessing.
My bees made some honey in the spring but have been eating it themselves in recent weeks. I thought it was a failure on my part. (I’ve been having other bee issues this summer that I won’t go into here, other than to say there’s an adage that holds that every beekeeper will make every mistake eventually and I’ve been busy checking off boxes on the list.)
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“It’s Just Death”
It’s August and blight is upon us. The tomatoes have early blight, which is bad, but can be controlled by cutting away the blighted parts of the plant and not (!) composting them. We put them in plastic bags and send them to the landfill.
Late blight is worse, usually taking out the whole plant and while it’s not as bad as it was last year, it’s around Vermont and coming closer to our yard.
Potatoes are a different story. Late blight wiped them out. Adrienne had to get rid of the plants and the bags they grew in. Late blight on potatoes is scary. One day the plants are healthy, the next they are dissolving into pools of goo. “It’s just death,” Adrienne said.
It reminded me of June 1977, when I was in the village of Feakle in County Clare in the west of Ireland. I was staying at a guesthouse with whitewashed walls and flagstone floors. A small peat fire burned in the hearth in the pub to keep off the chill of a midsummer evening.
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