Autumn Mornings

The morning mist hung low over the Kent countryside as I made my way to the apiaries today. There's something magical about September mornings – that crisp edge to the air that whispers of autumn's approach, yet the sun still carries enough warmth to make the bees active. After years of beekeeping, I've learned to read these seasonal signals like an old friend's handwriting. Today marks the start of "assessment season"—those crucial weeks when we check each of our colonies before winter. It's a bit like grading end-of-term papers—except these grades determine who makes it through the chilly months ahead!

September Morning across the Kent Marshes