Last Sunday, the garden beekeeper could harvest and extract 260kg of summer honey. 

The full honey buckets in the picture are the result of a long working day: At 6 o'clock the honey boxes at the external stand were cleared, afterwards the honey of the colonies in the garden. Equipment was set up in the kitchen. Thankfully, little daughter patiently and persistently turned the hand crank of the extractor. At midday, a colleague called and informed that all hell had broken loose at the outdoor stand (the colonies robbed of their honey were looking for it in all the gaps of the colonies of the colleague next door that had not yet been harvested), and that the 4 colonies should be moved away at nightfall. Thus the colonies in the evening "brought home into the realm", and with darkness the empty honey trays to lick out were distributed on all colonies. Afterwards the equipment and the kitchen were cleaned, and finally the floor was wiped wet. At 2 o'clock after a late after-work beer exhaustedly fell into bed.

On days like these, the garden beekeeper thinks about hanging up the entire bee nonsense. Fortunately, the blues are short-lived...