For the past three days, helicopters have flown low over the area, usually in the mornings. The timber company across the creek is either thinning trees or clear-cutting, so maybe they're checking the progress. During the fly-overs today, hubby was checking hives across the road at the neighbor's sunflower field and I was checking some… Continue reading Helicopters and Bees
There's nothing quite as unnerving while working on a hive on a hot day as wondering whether what you feel is a drop of sweat running down your leg or a bee wandering around like a lost and irritated soul inside your pants -- unless it's hearing a loud buzzing around your head and realizing… Continue reading Bee in the pants….
Yesterday, I temporarily deferred my equal rights ideologies and stepped back (way back) into a hunter-gatherer role, trailing along behind the man of the house, picking berries while he did the manly task! There are so many beautiful ripe blackberries on our property, but they are so hard to get to. At the best of… Continue reading Hunter-gatherers
...and other adventures. Let me first start with the good things about today: Once again, friends and family members took time out of their busy days to bail me out of a predicament -- or two. Or the same predicament twice... you decide. People at Taylor-Foster Hardware store also went out of their way to help… Continue reading Climbing out windows….
When we drove to our land for the first time, we were discouraged after having spent a day looking at clear-cut plots that had been misrepresented on marketing sites. It was hot, and we were tired. Then we stepped out of our car and a wonderful, cool breeze wafted up from the spring-fed creek. I was… Continue reading Love-Hate Relationships
It's hot. It's humid. I'd just spent 45 minutes pushing the lawnmower up and down slopes that should be bush-hogged, not mowed. (We set the mower up high so I can get over branches and stumps.) When I realized I'd left my clipboard in the shipping container, I decided to just record what I was… Continue reading Using Voice Recorder for Hive Inspections
My husband and I were raised by a generation that admonished us to eat everything on our plate and never let food go to waste. We somewhat reluctantly shelled peas, cut beans, picked gooseberries and pulled endless weeds from the time we could help until we left home. It was therefore somewhat of a relief… Continue reading Unexpected Figs