There is a new colony of bees in the Berglund backyard. We have dubbed it the “Republic,” referencing Ben Franklin’s warning, “If you can keep it.”
Yes, we are keeping bees, or at least making the attempt. The honey has been minimal so far, but one our goals has been to help save the declining honeybee population.
So when the call came in on the morning of the Fourth of July that there was a swarm of bees a few miles north of us, we moved quickly to rescue them. Continue reading “The consequences of indecision”
The chilly breath of the coming winter whispers into the gardener’s frostbitten ears about numerous garden chores yet to be done. Planting daffodils and crocuses, clearing away the scraggly remains of the perennials, and weeding around the newly sprouted Nigella.
But it’s cold outside!
Even with an extra set of cotton gloves underneath my garden gloves, I might mistake my fingers for tasteless popsicles after a few minutes of work.
It’s cold outside! Good enough reason to stay indoors and go into semi-hibernation among the seed catalogs with a hot cup of echinacea tea. Continue reading “Baby, it’s cold outside!”
As a slender and short youth, I endured the ritual of two team captains choosing up teams. Worse than being chosen last was not being chosen at all. I wanted to play. I wanted to be in the game.
Although exclusion is painful, John described a moment when it becomes tragic. This tragedy is further compounded by being completely avoidable!
Continue reading “In the game”