I spoke with our beekeeping mentor earlier today, and he's coming by to get a hive box, top board and bottom board to catch a swarm for us. I didn't ask him, but I think he's planning to capture a swarm from one of his colonies. Plus, we should be getting a nuc from him in the next few weeks. We are excited to get started with our beekeeping education again, because it is indeed a lesson in disappointment, patience, being in the moment, and hopefully, reward. Here's to a better year in beekeeping.
I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I am dying for a fresh salad, so I marched myself out to the lettuce bed, which is finally starting to look like something. I picked enough mixed greens for a VERY small salad for each of us and then proceeded to the radishes and pulled some of those as well. I think I'll add a few lemon balm leaves, a pinch of fresh thyme, sunflower seeds, chopped boiled eggs and oil and vinegar, which should be enough to slightly resemble a decent salad.
I don't know where I've been, but I'm finally reading, Farm City, by Novella Carpenter. She is now my new hero. I love her humor especially. I had to call my husband to read him the excerpt about her lesbian chicken, Agnes, who crowed. It seemed so apropos in light of Vanilli crowing yesterday. I am so inspired!
I would love to know who inspires you and why.
Dan's Workshop: Making the Bents
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