It was, quite simply, a classic New England Blizzard. We sat up in our new space, high above Pequit Brook and watched the wind blow and the snow fall. The blanket, thicky covering the beehives as well as the bridge over the brook.

We ventured out into the heart of the storm at 3:00 am, it was wild. The wind gusted to almots 60 mph and the snow culred around us like cyclones. Drifts were almost five feet high and it seemed to mock us as we walked head into the fury.

I love storms, and the raw power of nature is incredible. I have particularly been waiting for a Blizzard. I only wish it was a linger storm, by three o'clock yesterday it had ended and we began the long cleanup.

Warm hopes for the bees in their hive.