Turmeric Honey: A Long Time Coming

What happens when folk wisdom, science, family tradition, and a beekeeper's kitchen all meet in one little jar?
Seasonal observations, honeybee encounters, bee-friendly backyards, and reflections from life around the hive.

What happens when folk wisdom, science, family tradition, and a beekeeper's kitchen all meet in one little jar?

What could make honey so thick it wouldn’t flow? For years, I had no idea. Then I began connecting a few curious clues: fall flowers, buzzing bees, and a plant I had overlooked for years. The mystery led me straight to English ivy honey.

The Jones Beach State Park I Expected Summers have always been about the beach for me. And “the beach” always meant Jones Beach. A day at the ocean was always a perfect day. I was sure Jones Beach State Park…

Sometimes the smallest surprise in nature changes the way we see the world. A return visit to Heckscher State Park, a tiny patch of Brown-eyed Susans, and Emily Wilde's faeries reminded me that careful observation often leads to unexpected connections.

During a summer run at Hempstead Lake State Park, I found myself noticing something unexpected. The invasive plants I'd grown used to seeing across Long Island were missing, replaced by native flowers that support pollinators and restore the landscape.

I came to Caumsett State Park for a 5K summer run, but it was the Walled Garden—with its towering Russian sage, busy honey bees, and remarkable brick wall—that stole the evening.

A watermelon rind, a shovel, and a backyard with lifeless soil led to an unexpected Fourth of July reflection about earthworms, healthy gardens, and the dirt beneath our feet.

I encouraged everyone to grow with me this spring. What I didn't expect was that I'd be the one breaking all the rules. From squirrel disasters to rabbit candy, here's a June update from my own patio garden.

Do bees fly in the rain? When a summer 5K was canceled due to storms, I looked to my backyard honey bees for the answer and set out on a rainy run of my own.

A windy evening at Sunken Meadow State Park led to an unexpected question: how do honey bees remember their way home? From orientation flights to flower schedules, the answer is remarkable.