No Bees
Lazy quiet day today.
It's a bit cold, but still feels like spring is coming. It would be a bad idea to start planting anything yet, but Sam is about ready to go pull up a bunch of the hillside so as to be able to put in a cold frame. He says we're going to have fresh lettuce all summer.
No bees, though. Ours died last summer, victims of one of the wicked bee epidemics that have been decimating the bees both wild and kept* -- and we never replaced them. We need to burn the hive and start over. We're taking a year off on account of acute discouragement and lack of time.
*(Domestic bees aren't really domesticated. They're still the same brilliant little creatures they were before we met them. They don't accommodate us. We've figured out how to keep them happy enough that they stay around. Well, by "we" I mean "humans," not specifically Sam and myself, ours being, as mentioned above, Gone.)
It's not spring, no. Forsythia, not blooming. Crocuses, not up. Snow, some small amount on ground. Heater, on. But it's not the deep locked in winter either.
I've been diligently and cheerfully working on the Folly shown in the last entry, but I may just work on the "Queen Anne's Lace" today. I think I'm in the mood for some precision and care (rather than, as with the Folly, mindless knitting around and around creating fluffy shiny stuff).
Definitely, I'm in the mood for spring. Wish I had bees to look forward to.
It's a bit cold, but still feels like spring is coming. It would be a bad idea to start planting anything yet, but Sam is about ready to go pull up a bunch of the hillside so as to be able to put in a cold frame. He says we're going to have fresh lettuce all summer.
No bees, though. Ours died last summer, victims of one of the wicked bee epidemics that have been decimating the bees both wild and kept* -- and we never replaced them. We need to burn the hive and start over. We're taking a year off on account of acute discouragement and lack of time.
*(Domestic bees aren't really domesticated. They're still the same brilliant little creatures they were before we met them. They don't accommodate us. We've figured out how to keep them happy enough that they stay around. Well, by "we" I mean "humans," not specifically Sam and myself, ours being, as mentioned above, Gone.)
It's not spring, no. Forsythia, not blooming. Crocuses, not up. Snow, some small amount on ground. Heater, on. But it's not the deep locked in winter either.
I've been diligently and cheerfully working on the Folly shown in the last entry, but I may just work on the "Queen Anne's Lace" today. I think I'm in the mood for some precision and care (rather than, as with the Folly, mindless knitting around and around creating fluffy shiny stuff).
Definitely, I'm in the mood for spring. Wish I had bees to look forward to.
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