Wylie is Ten (and three weeks)

WyGuy did in fact have a birthday, the day after we returned home from our CA vacation.  He is officially 10 and as far as I can tell it is a fine age to be a boy (and the parent of said boy).  He asked for three things on his special day--a Minecraft tee shirt, an Arduino board (look it up), and that his presents be hidden as a treasure hunt.  Easily done.

For a party he wanted only his two closest cousins (closest in age and proximity) to spend the night, and ten hours of Minecraft.  Yes, ten.  Not so easy for this mama who tries to limit screen time to much more reasonable amounts, but it was his birthday.
Wylie asked to include this picture because--"it looks like I'm turning into a zombie from too much Minecraft!"

 Happy Birthday sweet boy,  hope your 10th year is full of adventure and discovery--and a bit of quiet reading and reflection for balance!  Love you.

 

Weekend

Hope yours was lovely too.

A word about the bees

Two weeks ago I discovered that my newest hive (the one formed from the split) with my trusty senior queen who had carried last year's hive through winter so beautifully, was limping along.  There was no brood in the hive, very little honey, and no queen that I could see.  Hmm.  I read, I asked, I attended our county bee keepers meeting.  Most every source agreed I should re-unite the hives I had split since the other one was not particularly strong either (turns out this has been a particularly hard season for bees in Maine). Combining hives involves taking the weaker hive and stacking on top of a stronger hive with a sheet of newspaper in between the two hives so the bees can become accustomed to the other colony's smell before they can actually make contact.  The idea is that by the time they chew through the paper they will no longer want to kill each other.   

Well, I did my best.  

The bees didn't love it.  Actually they hated it.  The poor ladies coming in from the field were confused that their home was no longer where they'd left it.  The ones that had been moved no longer had a normal entrance/exit available to them.  It was chaos in the bee yard for a day or two.  It settled down for one cool day, but the next day was in the upper 80's, and those confused bees had had enough.  They swarmed.  

This may be a lot of info for non-bee keepers, so I'll just say that a swarm in August is bad news. 

An old proverb states... 

"A Swarm in May is worth a bale of Hay, a swarm in June is worth a silver spoon,  a Swarm in July isn't worth a Fly."  

So you can imagine what a swarm in August is worth, less than nothing, especially if you can't catch it! Mine landed 60 feet up in an old pine, and 12 feet out on a limb.  Nearly impossible to retrieve.  They hung there for three days, then flew off when no one was looking.  

  

A bee keeping friend of mine with 15 years experience had two hives swarm last week, so at least I don't feel like it was all due to my novice skills.  

It turns out (in case we ever thought otherwise) bees do what they want, when the they want.  And those of us who try our best to "keep" them are fortunate to smell the amazing scents coming from the bee yard in August, watch their never ending dances among the flowers, and if we're lucky, we get to harvest a bit of their gold each summer.  

(Below--the swarm up close, and as viewed from the back yard, in various setting on my new camera!)

      swarm

 

 

 

 

In the Garden

Though the photos don't do it justice--I've switched to taking pictures with my iPad, which is a bit cumbersome, and the results are washed out color-wise--but hey, its better than nothing as I still haven't looked into repairing/replacing our camera.  You'll have to trust me, that the colors right now are fantastic--pink flox and echinacea, deep blue/green kale, rich golden rod and the berries on the asperagus as well as our first apples ever just turning red.  The garden is a very sweet place these days, with baby ferns creeping up on the cabbages which are finally forming heads, and the frog pond full of little jumpy guys.  The beets are being pulled slowly, two or three at a time for dinner (and one 5 lb. harvest for pickling) along with the single zucchini per week we've been averaging, and the handful of cucumbers.  I've put up one very small batch of basil pesto (that was disappointingly oily) but more to come for sure.  Dilly beans are in our future, and I picked the very first red tomato this morning (alongside our very first red leaf to spot the lawn-- oh August!, you are too quick to autumn). 

Oh August...

Junebug's Birthday

In the midst of packing for, and unpacking from California, we had a couple of birthday celebrations. 

Juniper turned 8 the last week of July, after a week of preparing (19!) paper dolls for all of her birthday guests and their siblings.  I told her she could draw one and photo copy it for the others, but she was insistent that each doll look like its recipient.  So she went to it.  

For a gift she requested a birthday dress, "like Maria at the abbey", from the Sound of Music, "but blue"  Hmm.  We worked out the details and after a trip to the fabric store and a bit of bitching (to myself, and any adult who would listen) about how I certainly could have bought her a Hannah Anderson dress for this price and not have had to make it myself... got down to business.  Truth be told, I was kind of ready for a more complicated sewing task, and I hadn't sewn a thing really since last winter.  And, surprisingly it came out better than expected.  Its the first fully lined garment I've sewn, so I'm kinda feeling like a rock star with this one (just don't look too closely at the seams).  

We did a lot of trying on throughout the process, and I negotiated for a colorful apron, since I knew a white one would be brown in a matter of days.  I also went with a kerchief in place of the postulant's habit, because, well, yeah.  

Her day started foggy, and ended rainy.  We persevered with the lake birthday party regardless of the weather and it worked out well.  Kids don't care if its raining, and the parents can suck it up for two hours. 

It ended up being a very sweet time with many good friends, some we hadn't seen in ages.  And they each got a paper doll.

 

 

 

 

More on the next birthday later.... 

Summer fun, and funny quote

"Mama, you would have dump out your whole piggy bank, and all of your friend's piggy banks if you wanted to buy a fire truck."  --Kale