This picture captures the vision of winter beekeeping that danced in my head as the cold weather came...then went, then came again. That pink-sky feeling of beehives at the end of the world is just how it looked at 10:30 this AM, when the snow finally stopped, and my boots were found, and I remembered to go back for the camera.
A couple of minutes later, imagine the snow stomped all around, a result of making sure that the entrances to the hives were clear and no puddles of melt water were undercutting the girls' efforts to stay warm.
From a bee's point of view, snow beats wind any time, and this is finally a snug winter's nap.
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