Our bees upped and moved.
I tried everything I could to keep them.
I saw them trying to swarm and went and caught the queen 4 times and put her back in our hive.
But alas, they left.
I'm seriously sad.
They survived the most brutal winter.
But they left their delicious sweetness behind.
And of course, a nameless child broke a jar.
Sticky, precious, sweet honey oozed all over the counter and onto the floor.
But if there is anything I have learned as a mother,
it is to not cry over things that can't cry over you.