Russian Bee Yard

The Sweet Mountain Farm Russian Bee Yard is shaped in a circle with all entrances facing the center.

The configuration is useful for air traffic control.

 

The circle shape for our Russian Bee Yard is called a Torus. It is a continuous surface with a hole in it. The energy flows in through one end, circulates around the center and exits out the other side. In 1984, Dr. Alexi Starobinski along with his mentor, Dr. Yakov B. Zeldovich professors at Moscow’s Landau Institute, conceived a doughnut theory of the universe. Most apiaries are set up so that the entrances face South, however, we are experimenting with the Torus pattern. It seems fitting to use this pattern in our Russian Bee Yard.We see the Torus pattern throughout nature. You can see it everywhere – in atoms, cells, seeds, flowers, trees, animals, humans, hurricanes, planets, suns, galaxies and even the cosmos as a whole, why not recreate it in the bee yard?The bees use this pattern while clustering in winter. The torus is nature’s way to create and sustain life and it can serve as a template for our sustainability. All hive entrances in our Torus face the center.The area is approximately 1/2 acre. Accessibility and serviceability to the back of the hives is maximized with this configuration. The hives are systematically inspected and easily serviced by a pick-up truck that is driven around the outside edge of the doughnut and can pull to within inches of each hive.

 

“I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there,
A hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there,
For peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning
To where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer,
And noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings
I will arise and go now,
For always night and day
I hear lake water lapping
With low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway
Or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”
— W.B. Yeats