The first honey of the season is spun — spring honey. It tastes like blossoms, like early flowers, like the dew drying off the grass. The bees worked hard for it, and we’re grateful. Spinning honey from the comb is a little bit magic, every time.
Valentin was a beekeeper all his life in Ukraine. Now he lives in Sweden — his bees left behind. Every week he helps Wiegert with the hives on the farm. He shares his knowledge through Google Translate and hand gestures. No shared language, but the bees connect everything.