I try, each morning of clear skies, to walk through the dew and get a secret peek of the remnants of the night before. There is no other time like this. Just after the day opens and time quietly travels through the woods and meadow, everything begins to change. The secret place in the early morning vanishes. Regretfully, I miss it many times. But when I do see it, I remember. I remember the delicate, fastidious work of the nighttime spiders, tiny little creatures working hard and vigilantly weaving the intricate art of their webs, webs that, somehow, they must know, will disappear with the day, but each night they begin again. I remember the rhythmical persistence of the morning birds calling for one another atop the trees and the (rascal) squirrels scurrying from limb to limb looking for something, food, I suppose, while startling me from the noise they make on my roof. Sometimes, I find baby Monarch Caterpillars happily nestled in a left-over milkweed in my vegetable garden, nibbling and growing. My bees are, always, busy…working hard to find fresh nectar to bring to the hive, sweet nectar to turn into honey. They all are busy closing the night and getting ready for the day. Every day these things happen, every day, no matter what is fashionable or tending or ‘breaking’ in this big world, Nature wakes up from the night and begins again…
How much nectar to make honey?
Honey bees must gather nectar from two million flowers to make one pound of honey. One bee would therefore have to fly around 90,000 miles - three times around the globe - to make one pound of honey. The average honey bee will actually make only one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in its lifetime.