I was lucky. I've never tried artificial honey. As a child I ate the honey, which rocked my grandfather. This honey was a golden, clear and interesting rustled when dripped from a spoon, leaving the surface of the intricate patterns. Then the baton took my father. For more than 20 years, he engaged in beekeeping.
The whole team of associates each spring takes out his apiary in meadows. Some live outdoors all summer. Others rush to the apiary after work. But all take leave in June. June – the period of our swarming bees. By this time all the vegetation growing luxuriantly. Do not fall behind and the bee.
They are getting crowded in the hive from the grown-up cubs. The young queen gathers loyal subjects, and black cloud of buzzing, as if on cue, flies out ulya.Pokinuv his house, a swarm settles on a tree branch. And on the branch grows 'beard'. Interesting spectacle, and in general not dangerous. Bees at this point we were not aggressive. They are recruited from the road Supplies of food and occupied only the upcoming flight. While 'beard' hanging by a thread, bee scouts look for a suitable family for a new home – a hollow tree or crevice between the stones, and sometimes the old house and attic. In the period swarming young beekeepers have a chance to get his first hive. To remove a swarm from a branch without a youth can not do. Here I am wearing a mask, beekeeping, climbing trees and shook the bees into the prepared container: ramonos or greater pan. A month later my grandfather said: 'Well, Sanya! This honey of your evidence. "And for some reason, this honey was tastier than the rest of the hive:).