I’ve seen things…strange and wonderful things. Well, I wish it was really that dramatic, but I was just leafing back over some old pics the last few evenings, and I came across a few pics that I thought were cool. We have been running so much lately with band and cross-country and soccer and work stuff. It feels like there hasn’t been time to do anything …I almost said fun, but of course, all of that running is fun. Sometimes it’s pretty easy, though, to lose sight of that.
Anyhow, a month or so ago, we were at my parents house visiting. They like flowers and have a really nice flowerbed out front. I took a few pics of the crop they had around there. Pollinators were about gathering what pollen they could. I love yellow flowers so their Black-eyed Susan’s were exquisite. Yes, I just said that…shut up.
I was messing in the bees awhile back and this time of year is interesting. After spring and summer blooms pass and before fall blooms start, bees and hornets and wasps and yellow jackets all compete for limited resources. I always see bunches of yellow jackets in particular, “make a go” at the beehives to try and steal a little of the honey they keep inside. In a healthy hive, the bees keep the yellow jackets away easily. In one hive box that was empty, but in my apiary, I took a look in to see if any bees or other critters were collecting any of the wax scraps that were about…Imagine my surprise when I saw these lovelies…They were not aggressive so I just put the lid back on and walked away…that’s how I roll.
I did find another nest in other bee stuff I had at the house and found a really cool looking nest. It showed all stages of waspers inside…capped brood, larvae, and eggs. You can kind of see them if you look hard and use your imagination.
This stuff fascinates me…I am always amazed at the wonders that are right under our noses!
Kids these days…You know, kids these days are different than when I was a kid. I had good pals and best friends and we did a lot together and had a lot of fun and all that. Something about kids these days seems different though. I have noticed that these kids share more and better than I remember doing. Sure, we took turns drinking from the garden hose and maybe we traded cookies from our lunch boxes, but Isaac and many of his pals give things to each other freely…and not just little things. They share what’s important to them among each other. I have seen them share money and clothes and electronics and all sorts of things without hesitation. I don’t mean, “here, you can borrow my shirt” kind of stuff, but “here, you can have my shirt.”
I wonder if it comes down to economics of it or if it is a true change in how kids are these days. I grew up in an economically disadvantaged region of PA. Most people there worked very hard to get by and few had a life of plenty. Of course, I had plenty of love and support, but we didn’t have stuff in plenty. I am and was perfectly content with that life, but maybe my growing up was different because of that. Maybe I didn’t share as freely because I didn’t have as much to share or what I did have was a little more precious to me. Maybe it was the time and the world and all that. I don’t have any idea.
Last weekend, Abigail ran in a cross-country meet. She ran well and came in among the middle of the pack. I was very happy for her, especially considering she is a new runner and a 6th grader competing among 8th graders. As the last of the pack was coming in for one of the other races, one boy was obviously struggling to complete the race. I was so proud to see a number of other runners who had finished their race return back to the lone runner and encourage and support him. They ran beside him, encouraging him to keep going, that they were there to keep cheering him and that they were proud to run with him. I don’t know that everyone got a ribbon, but in my eyes, I saw a team of kids that, rather than teasing or bullying, or even just being indifferent, proved that they were champions and that they shared the joy together.
I hear people complain about how kids these days feel entitled because everyone gets a ribbon and everyone gets constant praise. Maybe that can be taken too far and maybe it is taken too far, too often, but honestly, I do not know that I have seen that problem. If that sort of thing breeds the kind of sharing and concern that I have seen among my kids’ friends, I am all for giving every kid I see a ribbon.
Maybe it’s a different time or maybe I was just a bad friend, but many kids these days simply make me proud and give me hope that it’s all going to be ok…
There is an old saying in beekeeping…”A swarm in May is worth a load of hay. A swarm in June is worth a silver spoon. A swarm in July isn’t worth a fly.” I am not sure what a swarm in September is worth but I am pretty sure I owe somebody something.
You see, I got a call over the holiday weekend about a swarm that had just landed at someone’s house. I sort of had to do a double-take. Honeybees don’t usually swarm this late. I figured the homeowner had seen a hornets’ nest or maybe a bunch of wasps or yellow jackets. Those critters are all pretty common this time of year and I often get calls from people asking me to deal with their “bees”.
I looked at the picture they sent and sure enough, they had a swarm of honeybees swarming on their gutter. Now swarm catching is one of my all-time fav-o-rite things to do in beekeeping so I grabbed my stuff and headed over.
Sure enough, a small swarm had chosen the lucky homeowners and it wasn’t too high off the ground for me to get. I coaxed the bees into the swarm box that is part of the swarm catching gear that makes my excited trip each time I get a call. Into the back of the car they went and we all happily headed home! The bees are currently on my garden wall where they will probably remain through the next few weeks until I can determine if they are worth trying to keep all winter as-is or if I should combine them with another colony.
So, what caused them to swarm this late in the season? Who knows? Maybe their tree-home was cut or fell down. Maybe a bear or other creature messed up their place. I do not know for sure but I think this is my first ever swarm that is worth less than even single fly!
It’s that time of year again. Each year around tax day, I add honey supers to my hives. It’s no exact science, but I like to keep honey supers on my hives from, roughly, Tax day to Independence day. The bulk of the Spring and Summer blooms occur during that time period so my bees get an opportunity to work the best blooms and store away honey. Usually this process works well and I harvest several hundred pounds of honey. I see some variance as you might expect…some years I get 200 pounds, some years I get 500+ pounds…either way, a good bit of honey
I harvested the honey last weekend with high expectations as the grass around me was green and trees and things seemed healthy. Unlike my friends elsewhere in the country, we have had a good deal of rain so things are growing well here in WV. Imagine my surprise then when I cracked the first hive and found only a frame or two of capped honey. I repeated this same scenario in hive after hive. The bees seemed mostly in pretty good shape but I found very little honey.
A sudden mini-panic set over me as I closed up the last hive….something is wrong! As I pondered it, my only conclusion is that our late frosts, cool spring and abundant rainfall came at the exact wrong time on my ridge top apiary and it left me with a poor honey crop. As confirmation (I need this now…it hurts my heart you know…), none of my fruit trees bore a single piece of fruit. My sorghum crop flopped. In general, it was just bad I think. As I mentioned, the bees look good so I have to blame it on the weather. That line of thought settled me down. I was so frustrated though, that I barely took any pics of the harvest this year. Instead, please enjoy this picture of my cat…the internet loves cats, right?
We processed the honey and all-told, we got around 60 pounds of honey. That’s 10-20% of normal so you can see the problem here. Unfortunately, that means I am already sold out of this year’s honey crop. Not a great way to pay for hive repairs or new queens. Alas, that is the life of a beekeeper I suppose…
The only other thing that is noteworthy is this cool Marbled Orb Weaver spider I found outside one of the hives. He was a pretty thing. I tend not to mess with stuff around the hive. I figure everything has a purpose…well, except mosquitoes and ticks…those things just suck. Anyhow, a pretty spider always goes a long way to brighten my day too! Next year, we’ll hope my new spider friend brings me good luck and a better harvest!
Emily and I are having problems. We’ve been married for 20 years now, and this problem has festered beneath the surface for as long as we have been together. She thinks that she is right and I know I am right. I just don’t know that we can ever come to an agreement on this.
You see, she likes bananas when they are obscenely green. Truly, it is a crime against nature. I prefer bananas as God intended them…yellow with slight hints of brown. Although we have not yet sought out counseling for this problem, we may have come across a solution. I am not sure why it didn’t occur to us until this week, but Emily and I are planning to start buying two bunches of bananas at a time…one that she will (incorrectly) eat immediately, and one that I will let age (like fine wine) for a few days and then eat. We should be able to manage our troubles this way. It appears she will not open her eyes to what is good and right, so I think our best shot is to accommodate her imperfections as best we can!
Abigail is in middle school this year. Kids seem to get interesting starting in middle school. They think differently. Well, I guess most folks wonder if middle school kids think at all, but I like the way they think (mostly). It’s fun to watch as things dawn on the kids as they age…I guess I can almost see the world open up for them to all of the neat things that maybe I take for granted. But beyond that, they still have that spark where just enough is different and new for them. They aren’t yet jaded…naivete remains, at least a little.
So Abigail had a task to use mathy stuff to describe a few things about herself in her math class. I think this project was sort of fun for her, but she didn’t mention a thing about it until Emily discovered it during open house (yes, we are already in school and have already done open house). I love how she loves PI stuff. I love how she drew her brother as tall as taller than me and bald. I love how she drew our 3 cats and 5 chickens as our pets. This is no artistic masterpiece, but, like most parents, I couldn’t be happier with the result of what comes from my own kids!
Way back when, I was in the Boy Scouts. My Dad was the scoutmaster for a large portion of my scouting career so it was doubly neat to be involved together. I grew up in the boonies, so scouting type stuff was pretty much what we did anyhow…it was just organized. We were outdoors all the time. We hiked and canoed and camped seemingly every weekend. Many kids growing up before the computer age lived like that I guess and I am fortunate to have been a part of it.
Anyhow, we went to scout camp each summer. As I got older, the time got to be a lot more fun. I guess we all got confident and a little cocky. We went to camp and sort of looked for mischief…good mischief, but mischief none-the-less.
We went to visit my parents this weekend and my Dad turned up an old camp picture from 1986. Where I lived, our scout camp was called Custaloga Town Scout Reservation. I have all sorts of fond memories walking about the woods at the camp, mucking around in the lake and rappelling off the water tower. I did my mile-swim at camp and had a grand time staying up too late acting stupid. It’s fun to look at this old pic and see faces of me, my dad and my brother…all when we were a lot younger!
Scouting is stuck in a no-win political mess and has to compete with so many activities that are available for young men. My kids are not involved in scouts because of all of the other things they are in, so they get a similar experience I hope. I know they find plenty of time for mischief so that doesn’t worry me…it isn’t Camp Custaloga Town for my kids, but rather band camp now…it’s all good!
This is a baldfaced hornet’s nest. It turns out that these things are not really hornets in the official definition, but are a type of wasp in the same genus as the yellow jacket…of course, both creatures are mean and kinda suck.
I took a few pics before we sprayed this nest. I like most critters and leave them where they are when I can, but making a home on the back porch which my parents use all the time wasn’t a good choice!
We’ve been moving very slowly at the deluxe shed lately. It’s all wired and mostly insulated. We are just finishing up the crappiest of the insulation now. Where the stairwell comes up to the second floor, there is, of course, a large opening. We built a wall on one side to protect the opening (rather than a banister), but haven’t gotten around to the wall on the other side. Still, I needed to get the ceiling insulated so I was left with a problem…how to insulate the space over the stairwell.
Luckily, I am foolish! We have on loan a “board” made out of aluminum that is meant to be used on ladder jacks. It is designed to be placed on stands of some sort so one can work over spaces just such as the one I have! Only one problem remains…I only have one wall so I couldn’t lay the board across the gap evenly. Much to Emily’s dismay, I just put a step ladder on the other side. The ladder has absolutely no extra width so we had to perch the board carefully. Emily held it as I bounced around on the board and we got the insulation done!
We still have to finish the drywall and a few finishing touches in that area but I should have the second wall built when that time comes around. In the meanwhile, I will just hang around and get things done as best as I can!
I can’t believe Summer is over! Well, school has started anyhow…so Summer might as well be over. Since almost everything is about me, I have to lament that now, with the start of school, I have to start getting up earlier and fight traffic around the schools that I must pass to get to work in the morning.
Well, I guess it isn’t really all about me. The early-morning-rise is more drastic for the kids who have been sleeping in until 10 am. They have to do homework each night and dress in…well…clothes each day as opposed to sleep-wear. I think both kids were excited mostly and were ready to go back to school though going back this early does feel a little like we truncated our Summer. Mostly, though, I was more wound up than either of them. I had butterflies last night and this morning as we waited for the bus. I ran through my checklist of stuff…pencils and paper, lunch, coonskin hat, binders, agenda, phone…it takes a lot to be a kid in school these days.
This is Isaac’s first year in high school and Abigail’s first year in middle school. Both are significant changes which scares the daylights out of me. How can it be that my sweet little children are becoming people…er…I mean how can it be that they are growing up?! Isaac is taller than me and Abigail is nearly as tall as Emily. They have grown-up voices and wear grown-up sized clothes. They watch The Daily Show and understand it. They are starting to think about what they want to do for a living and where they might go to college. It’s scary! I think that means I must be a grown-up too! Terrifying!
It’s true you know…one day you are holding your newborn baby, the next day they are shaving eating two full helpings and casting a shadow bigger than mine…don’t blink!