I almost forgot to blog "HAPPY NEW YEAR" to all of you in cyberland. I cannot believe it is already New Years Eve. I'm not one for cocktails or clubbing, the hubby and I don't care for alcohol and big crowds, so we are hunkered down at home for the night with the kids. Possibly sitting up til midnight to watch that ball thingy come down in New York City (not sure exactly why we do that).
Most of you who read my blog know that I'm not one to go and make New Years Resolutions but I'll admit, this is probably the first year that I've felt like the turn of the year is going to bring great changes.
NUMBER ONE: more traveling. We are starting with a trip dogsledding. Something I've always wanted to do and I know my family will enjoy.
Soon my little tribe will be headed to Ely, MN for a dogsledding vacation with Wintergreen.
(picture source: minnesota-visitor.com)
NUMBER TWO: More classes, starting with knitting. I know how to crochet a hot pad and that is about it. When I'm 70 I'd like to sit in my rocking chair and knit, besides, I've always wanted to learn how to spin and what good is spinning wool into yarn if you can't knit. So, a friend and I will be hitting the yarnery next month and hopefully we'll emerge master knitters.
(picture source: http://www.theyarneryblog.blogspot.com)
NUMBER THREE: Get back to Buddhism. My girls and I were very involved in meditation and Zen Buddhism for a while and then mom died, I took over my sisters care, yadda yadda yadda, and I let that very important part of myself go. Well, we are headed back.
Clouds in water has great classes for families. Sunday's were always a favorite because the kids enjoy their own time learning to live mindfully while I meditate.
(picture source: Clouds In Water Zen Center)
I am read for 2011! Lots of things to look forward to. I won't even THINK about my oldest learning to drive. Let's just forget that part of 2011 :) For now, I'm off to watch the Little House on the Prairie series with my girls.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I had the luxury today of witnessing some bee suicide or maybe it was bee eviction and a little bit of bee poop. Is that a luxury?? Oh well, for a beekeeper it is.
I tried getting close enough to clear the lower entrance of snow but the girls weren't having it. They did, however, let me sit back and watch as they gathered to toss out several able bodied sisters, at least they were kicking and buzzing so that meant able bodied to me and I also watched as a few flew in and out to do their "business."
Cleansing flights come early for Carniolans because it is only 35 degrees F today and most beeks and books say cleansing flights usually happen above 50. Hmmmm... maybe it wasn't eviction or suicide at all, maybe the girls think they have the strength to cleanse but they don't :(
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
(source for photo: supercoloring.com)
Just in case you are wondering, I don't call it a hive anymore, it is the "bee box" and today I learned that banging on it isn't the wisest thing to do. (Yes, I was thinking maybe some very loud humming not organized military attack).
I was making the new mommy mistake today. Ya know, the one where new moms get up every two hours to make sure their babies are still breathing? If you don't know what I'm talking about then you must belong to the calm mothers club. Personally, I was a wreck. After the birth of my first child I would wake to hear her breathing every few hours and if it sounded like she wasn't I'd give her a little shake. Of course this would wake her up and she'd cry but at least I knew she was ok. Well... the bees have somewhat of a similar reaction.
So I went out to my bee box and it was quiet... too quiet. I noticed the graveyard was plenty full and I started feel a little concerned so I put my ear up to the box and as I thought, I heard nothing. Paranoia, fear, uncertainty, whatever you want to call it, came creeping in so I gave the box a little tap and....... NOTHING. I tapped again and again until I noticed that I was going full speed, banging on it like a complete nutcase and the reaction from the bee box was similar to that of a newborn baby...the bees woke up and boy oh boy were they pissed. Too pissed off to freeze. They came crawling out like it was a 90 degree summer day and I ran for my life...... or at least I ran for the safety of my exposed skin.
Well, at least I know they are still alive right!?! :)
Now that I'm somewhat over that trauma I need to go read up on candy board recipes because I think the girls are going to need it.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Our little patch of dead bees has come to be known as the graveyard, which is what it feels like I am seeing everytime I visit the hive lately. At present my hive is half covered in snow which I need to deal with. These cold snowy days are serious cause for concern since long winters tend not to be any survival advantage for bees. I keep reminding myself that this is my first year as a beek and I only have the one hive and all of this is knowlege and experience I didn't have last year at the same time but... it isn't working. I will still feel really sad if they don't survive.
BTW/ those bees clinging to the hive entrance are dead.
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