Despite quite convincing threats, the Kerry hive never swarmed. And you know what that means — HONEY.
Mighty tasty light Spring honey from my "Fringecrest" neighborhood in Albuquerque
Over the past couple days, I’ve harvested 25 pounds of fragrant Spring honey from the Kerry hive whose occupants gave up swarming in favor of foraging. Every bar but two in that hive was filled with either honey, brood, or pollen which means my kitchen has been sacrificed to the honey gods for a full-time straining operation.
I’m out of strainers, I’m out of jars. And yet the honey still flows.
Vintage 2009
mistress beek 
Oh, yum. That’s a wonderful pic at the bottom, too.
Awesome.