Dane, OK, I think that Oregon Wetlands is the name that you should go for. It has a beautiful connotation, depicts entirely where you live, moisture -- nectar -- that is what makes lots of honey. I am sure that dry areas provide honey, but, holy crocadoolal, nectar from wetlands!!!!! I still think that I want to sample your honies, let's try and figure out a very economical way of getting it to my place. I would be your first taster, tester -- and honesty you would receive.
I have worked really hard today to get my apiary cleaned up, (with the intention of installing the 72 hour sticky boards for mite control) (this did not happen, by the way, it took too long to make the apiary user-friendly, the area (only several inches) infront of the colonies cleaned of grass, and all the areas beside, and then mowed. It helps to keep my feet drier in ths wet climate. No gumboots yet... only a few stings when I grabbed some grass that had the older bees giving up their lives. I know that by the whollop of the sting that they gave to me. About 5 on my fingers, only one on my bicep. That one really stung hard, no swelling, no reaction, only that burning glow that is the true sign that you had a poor little girl give up her life, thinking that you were doing harm. Little did she know,I meant no harm. The girls that buzzed around, trying to find out the intruder. I fooled them, when I heard them coming on hard with their buzz, I moved narry a motion, I waited until they had gone on their merry way, still searching for this intruder, and then I began again, pulling out the grass that I know would make my life so much easier when working their hives. If only they knew, my intentions were good. Cleaning the grass short is not only to my advantage. Watch the bees when they come in for a landing, laden with nectar or pollen, or both, they often miss, they land in the grass, try to climb up the grass shoots, to get home. When I clear the longer grasses, their journey is shortened, they don't have to climb mountains to get to where they are going, they simply regain their strength -- upward they go, home. The wonderful world of our girls, the honeybee. Have a wonderful day, best of this wonderful life we are livin'. Cindi