Still being a short person, lifting the top super is the biggest challenge. It's about neck height. After that, the lower ones are easier. I only had to go a few steps to the cart on the ride-on mower. It wasn't like I had to carry it all the way back to the house. A few bees remained on the frames of capped honey. I brushed them out.
Of course, I always love the advice to have a separate honey house to do the extracting. That would be lovely. When I can afford to have one built, I'll get a swimming pool, too.
Coming inside, there was another moment of uncertainty. My bee hat and veil had slipped down over my eyes as I carried the full super across the living room carpet, headed for the kitchen. Peeping through the vents in the top of the plastic pith helmet, I saw one dog and one cat snoozing serenely directly in my path. For a moment, the picture of all of us lying in a tangled heap, covered with honey, flashed before my eyes. It's so hard to get honey off carpet and furry animals. My yells caused them to scurry away.
Here is the super, full of light honey. That refers to the color, not the weight of the full frames and the box itself.
After a good night's sleep, I extracted the honey. Twenty pounds of fabulous basswood honey were mine.
I knew it was basswood because I put that last super on right before the huge basswood tree was in bloom. The other frames below were full of capped wildflower honey.
Here is my pride and joy, viewed in the sunlight. Beautiful!
