🐝 A Day in the Life of the Gibbs Road Hive Before the street wakes up, the hive is already humming.
At first light, the foragers slip out of the entrance like tiny golden arrows, each one carrying a mental map of Gibbs Road, the paperbarks that open early, the banksias heavy with nectar, the gardens where lemon blossoms linger a little longer after sunrise.
Some head straight for the Melaleuca trees, brushing past soft white flowers that dust their legs with pollen. Others make their way to the bold, earthy Banksia cones, working deep between the spikes to reach the nectar hidden inside. A few bees wander through the suburban gardens, visiting rosemary, lavender, bottlebrush, and whatever else the neighbourhood has decided to bloom that week.
Inside the hive, it’s a different rhythm, nurses tending brood, workers fanning the air to keep the temperature just right, and the queen moving calmly through the centre of it all, laying the next generation of Gibbs Road bees.
By late afternoon, the foragers return home heavy with nectar, passing it from bee to bee until it becomes the honey that fills your jars floral, mellow, touched by every corner of this little patch of Western Australia.
This is the quiet work behind Gibbs Road Gold. A whole day of devotion, bottled.