Als natuurlijke imker is het belangrijk om goed te observeren en zelfs vanaf de vliegplank kun je al veel te weten komen van een volk. Maar helaas kun je niet alles definitief weten totdat je de bak open doet.
Tijdens een recente inspectie ontdekten we dat een van onze vier volken (roze volk) stil was geworden. Moerloos — zonder koningin, zonder toekomst. Toch zinderde er nog leven, en kracht, maar geen brias (broed in alle stadia) Het was tijd om in te grijpen, zacht en doordacht.
Tijdens de inspectie van de oranje bak zagen we veel drukte, veel honing, veel voer en er werd veel gebouwd; we noemen het bouwlust. En de volk zag er groot en sterk uit. Dit is onze eerste en originele volk waar we mee begonnen waren als imker echtpaar vorig jaar maart. Maar helaas zagen we geen enkele brias. Dit is een teken dat de koningin niet aanwezig is of dat er wat aan de hand is met haar: geen bevruchting tijdens bruidsvlucht (maar eerst legde ze wel, dus dat is onwaarschijnlijk) of dat ze iets is overkomen, (mogelijk buiten de bak is, want er hing een grote tros bijen buiten de bak en waren erg boos toen we ze “wilde redden”.
Goed bezet, maar geen brias
De andere twee volken paars én geel waren wel sterk en met veel brias, veel bezette ramen en veel voer. Ze waren rustig en dat zijn allemaal goede tekens.
We kozen voor de krantmethode, een ouderwetse maar wonderlijk effectieve manier om twee volken met elkaar te laten versmelten. Tussen beide kasten leg je een vel krant. De bijen knagen zich langzaam naar elkaar toe — en raken zo, al werkend, vertrouwd met elkaars geur. Geen strijd, geen verwarring, alleen geduld. Zoals het in de natuur hoort.
Roze met paars verenigd & Oranje met geel
We verenigden twee combinaties:
🟪 De paarse kast (met koningin) kreeg de onderste bak van de roze kast erbovenop. 🟨 De gele kast werd één geheel met de oranje kast erbovenop. In beide gevallen werd raampjes herschikt, broed gespaard. En van de oranje volk werd er honing geoogst. En toen: rust zodat ze konden wennen aan elkaar.
En vandaag, bij onze controle… is er niks meer van de krant terug te vinden. Alleen een zachte overgang, een nieuw volk dat samen ademt, bouwt en leeft.
🍯 Kom zelf kijken en proeven!
Op zaterdag 23 augustus tussen 11:00 en 14:00 geven we rondleidingen bij onze bijen op BuytenDelft (kinderboerderij). Je kunt kennismaken met onze kleurrijke kasten, de bijen van dichtbij bekijken, en zelfs een lepeltje honing proeven — rechtstreeks uit de omgeving van Delft en Den Haag.
Onze honing is ook ter plekke verkrijgbaar, zolang de voorraad strekt. Warm aanbevolen voor wie van puur, lokaal en liefdevol gehouden houdt.
Soms is bijenhouden niet alleen een ambacht, maar een vorm van luisteren. En van loslaten — zodat iets nieuws mag ontstaan.
Our bees are busy — not just gathering, but guarding.
Now that the honey is ripe and ready to be harvested, its sweet scent naturally attracts some unwanted visitors… Today, we spotted several wasps circling the hive, drawn in by the tempting aroma.
But our bees are not easily fooled or frightened. They know what’s theirs — and they’re standing strong.
Like tiny golden gatekeepers, they line up at the entrance, wings ready, eyes sharp, fiercely protecting their queen, their colony, and their precious harvest. Watching them work together with such focus and loyalty is a quiet kind of magic.
💛 These little guardians never cease to amaze me.
24.07:: 🐝✨ Evening Peek at the Hives
A little sneak peek at our bees this evening…
We discovered two queenless colonies — which means tomorrow it’s time to unite them. With a few careful steps (and a sheet of newspaper as a bridge between the hives), we’ll help the bees merge into one strong, thriving colony.
It’s always amazing to witness how quickly they adapt when guided with care and patience.
And as a sweet bonus, we’ll be taking home some beautiful wild forest honey from the Delfse Hout 🍯
It’s nearly summer here in the Netherlands, and I feel the need for quiet. For space. For peace, calm, and free thinking — especially in these strange and noisy times we’re all living in.
So I’m going back to pen and paper. The old ways. A slower rhythm. Scribbling instead of swiping. And spending even more time bare feet in nature and in my studio. Creating and keeping my hands busy. There is still so much I want to learn and practice. Not by scrolling, but by reading about techniques and in methods in books and trying it out for myself.
This isn’t goodbye — just a gentle see you later. And if you miss me, you know where to find me. Write me a good old letter or send a card…. or Leave a note with the bees— and I promise I’ll send something back 🕊
We hebben onze eerste bijenzwerm geschept en alles verliep uitstekend. In de middag vertrok de oude koningin met ongeveer een derde van het volk en ging in een boom zitten.
Door regenwater te sproeien konden we de zwerm kleiner maken. Zo bleef er een groter deel van het volk in de kast achter en konden we rond 17:20 uur nog een mooie aflegger maken, voordat we beide volken naar de boerderij verplaatsten.
Het resultaat: drie sterke volken en één volk met een honingkamer erop.
We had the most beautiful early spring day. Soft sun, blue skies stretching wide over green fields, and the land already whispering promises of new life.
A perfect day for walking — breathing in the stillness, soaking in the light, and feeling the quiet rhythm of the seasons shift. Somewhere between winter’s hush and spring’s first song.
And then, home again… Just in time to catch this view: the crescent moon rising with Venus glowing just above it — like a blessing in the sky. A reminder that beginnings don’t have to be loud to be powerful.
✨ What a magical way to welcome Imbolc — the turning point where light begins to return, seeds begin to stir, and hope gently awakens.
02.02:: 🌿 Clay Days — Garden Goddesses in the Making
I’ve been happily tucked away in my clay studio, shaping a new series of frost-proof herbal women — earthy, expressive garden sculptures designed to live outdoors all year round. Each one is hand-built with love, made to hold herbs, flowers… or even birdseed if you like!
They’re now ready to be fired — the next exciting step before they can settle into the garden and begin their new lives among the growing things. I can already picture them standing among the blooms, cradling thyme and calendula, welcoming bees and birds alike.
As the days lengthen, it’s almost time to start sowing this year’s herbs. I’m dreaming of chamomile, lemon balm, wild mint… and I can’t wait to see how my kruidenvrouwtjes look when filled with living green.
🌼 I also have two ready-made herbal women available for adoption! They’re weatherproof, one-of-a-kind, and just as lovely used as planters or as whimsical bird-feeding bowls. I’m happy to take custom orders too.
11.02:: ✂️ A Quiet Afternoon Project
Time to hem the curtains — a slow, satisfying little sewing job I’ve actually been looking forward to. Just me, a tin full of pins and thread, some good light, and a calm rhythm of stitches.
It’s lovely how even small, practical handwork can feel like a creative pause in the day. A moment to breathe. To mend. To make.
13.02:: 💘 Room With a View (and a Heart Full of Love)
Back in my room with a view — sky soft and pastel, just a hint of pink in the clouds. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and honestly… I feel like I’m floating on a little pink cloud already.
That in love feeling is still here, just like 21 years ago. Only now, it’s wiser. Deeper. More grounded. And somehow even more tender.
I feel so grateful to be here — in this moment, in this light, in this love.
Wishing you a beautiful Valentine’s Day — whether you’re celebrating with someone else or simply celebrating you. Because you, too, are worthy of love, softness, and joy. 🌷
🌸 Flowers Old & New
The first bouquet — now three weeks old — is still standing tall and smiling softly from the kitchen table. A little faded, a little wild, but still full of charm.
The second bouquet just arrived and hasn’t even been arranged yet, but already the colours are lighting up the room. Bright pinks, bold orange, soft purples — like a burst of spring waiting to be placed.
It’s such a small thing, but flowers really do lift the heart. Old ones with memories. New ones with promise.
17.02:: ☀️ Sunshine Outside and In
Blue skies, bright light, and a cheerful little walk with my four-legged shadow. The world feels wide and alive on days like these — crisp winter air, long shadows from the pollarded trees, and the soft rustle of reeds by the water.
Back home, the sunshine follows me inside… dancing across the table and lighting up my beautiful little Valentine’s Day flowers. A simple bouquet, but it brings me so much joy. Red, white, green, soft yellow — like a promise that spring is slowly on its way.
Feeling deeply grateful today. For sunlight. For small walks. For bright blooms in a jar. For all the ordinary things that make life quietly wonderful.
18.02:: ❄️ Sunshine, Frost & Thin Ice
A bright, cold day — the kind that stings your cheeks and sparkles on the water. The little coots were boldly strutting across the thin ice, their tiny feet tapping a rhythm as if the pond were glass.
Meanwhile, Amna found something far more interesting in the frozen ground, completely unfazed by the chill.
Late winter has a magic all its own. Quiet. Crisp. Full of strange little moments — birds walking where they should swim, light stretching just a bit longer, and paws pressing softly into frosty soil.
21.02:: 🐝 February Flight: The Bees Are Back
What a beautiful sight — our bees are back in action! After months tucked away in the quiet dark of the hive, the first warm day in February brought a burst of life and motion. The air filled with the soft hum of wings, as the bees emerged to stretch, to fly… and, quite literally, to relieve themselves.
This first outing of the season is called the cleansing flight — a charming term for an essential need. Bees won’t soil the hive, so after a long winter indoors, they need this moment to empty their tiny stomachs and reset. But today, I saw something even more exciting…
They weren’t just flying. They were working.
I spotted the first foragers returning with golden bundles of pollen tucked tightly to their legs — a sure sign that flowers are blooming, food is available, and most importantly: the queen is alive and well.
The Hope of Spring
Early spring always brings a little bit of tension for a beekeeper. You never quite know how your colony fared through the cold, the damp, and the months without fresh forage. Did they have enough food? Did disease or mould creep in? Has the queen survived?
But the sight of pollen-laden bees flying with purpose tells you everything you need to know. The hive is waking up. The queen has likely started laying her first eggs. The cycle of life is beginning again.
And with it, a new generation of pollinators will soon emerge — ready to visit flowers, support ecosystems, and quietly play their part in the blooming of spring.
In a world that often rushes forward, bees remind us to move with the seasons. To pause. To prepare. To return, when the moment is right, with purpose.
February is still fragile. But it’s full of promise. And today, the bees whispered: we made it.
28.02:: 👀 Watched From Afar
Siem is keeping a close (and slightly judgmental) eye on me from her favourite lookout spot on the stairs today. She’s not one to rush, but I know what she’s waiting for…
Time to light the wood stove so Madam can stretch out in her royal spot by the fire. Because clearly, her comfort is the priority.
Sometimes all you need is to light the fire, grab a good book, and treat yourself to a giant mug of herbal tea. 🍵 The world slows down a little. The warmth creeps in. And suddenly, everything feels just a bit softer. How do you spend your moments of pause?
