Celebrate National Honeybee Day at The Valley Hive! - Honey Contest!!!

Our first ever Honey Tasting Event will be held on
Saturday, August 20th....National Honeybee Day!!
Time TBA. Stay tuned for more details. Save the date!!!
http://thevalleyhive.com/

For more info on National Honeybee Day:
http://www.nationalhoneybeeday.com/

Legalization Update: Beekeeping in City of Los Angeles

January 10, 2015: From HoneyLove: "Thanks to everyone who came to the legalization outreach meeting today! 50+ beekeepers and HoneyLovers."  Among those participating in the efforts to legalize urban beekeeping in the City of Los Angeles is Keith Roberts, president of the Los Angeles County Beekeepers Association. You can view the attached proposed Los Angeles Urban Beekeeping Concepts.


Walt McBride - A Tribute

On Monday evening, December 29, 2014, family, friends and lots of beekeepers gathered for the memorial service for Walt McBride. Walt was recognized in the beekeeping community as someone who truly cared about sharing his experience and knowledge of bees and beekeeping with anyone who wanted to know more about the 'gift of the bees.' He was a long time member and past president of the Los Angeles County Beekeepers Association and first recipient of the Golden Hive Tool award (our President's choice of someone who has shown great dedication to the club and thereby improved people's experience of beekeeping).  Walt was a treasure and will be greatly missed.

We would like to thank Keith Roberts, LACBA President, and long time friend and fellow beekeeper of Walt's for compiling this beautiful Collage and Video. 

  

 

Telling the Bees 
by John Greenleaf Whittier

Here is the place; right over the hill 
Runs the path I took; 
You can see the gap in the old wall still, 
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. 

There is the house, with the gate red-barred, 
And the poplars tall; 
And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, 
And the white horns tossing above the wall. 

There are the beehives ranged in the sun; 
And down by the brink 
Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun, 
Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink. 

A year has gone, as the tortoise goes, 
Heavy and slow; 
And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows, 
And the same brook sings of a year ago. 

There 's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze; 
And the June sun warm 
Tangles his wings of fire in the trees, 
Setting, as then, over Fernside farm. 

I mind me how with a lover's care 
From my Sunday coat 
I brushed off the burrs, and smoothed my hair, 
And cooled at the brookside my brow and throat. 

Since we parted, a month had passed, -- 
To love, a year; 
Down through the beeches I looked at last 
On the little red gate and the well-sweep near. 

I can see it all now, -- the slantwise rain 
Of light through the leaves, 
The sundown's blaze on her window-pane, 
The bloom of her roses under the eaves. 

Just the same as a month before, -- 
The house and the trees, 
The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, -- 
Nothing changed but the hives of bees. 

Before them, under the garden wall, 
Forward and back, 
Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, 
Draping each hive with a shred of black. 

Trembling, I listened: the summer sun 
Had the chill of snow; 
For I knew she was telling the bees of one 
Gone on the journey we all must go! 

Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps 
For the dead to-day: 
Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps 
The fret and the pain of his age away." 

But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill, 
With his cane to his chin, 
The old man sat; and the chore-girl still 
Sung to the bees stealing out and in. 

And the song she was singing ever since 
In my ear sounds on: -- 
"Stay at home, pretty bees, fly not hence! 
Mistress Mary is dead and gone!"



Read about: The Telling of the Bees