We are no longer beekeepers.
They were looking weak the last time I checked on them and, today, the hive is empty.
I’m sorry this is so, but native pollinators are having a fine time in our garden so we will be counting on them and paying for honey.
I have endometrial cancer. I got the word from my gynecologist today. My husband was with me. I’m waiting for a call from the oncologist to schedule a hysterectomy.
If you’re going to have cancer, this is the one to get. It is usually found very quickly and doesn’t require chemo or radiation.
I have spent the day reassuring other people that I’m going to be fine.
I’m starting to get resentful of that.
Sophie became my dog in1999. She was “free to good home” because she kept encouraging the purebred dogs where she lived to be bad. She laughed when she managed to sneak out of the fence and she was disgusted when I wouldn’t chase her. She crawled up under my seat when there were thunderstorms and she watched for me to come home.
Vash freaked out when he moved in in 2007. He was tiny and she was a dog. She never understood what his issue was. She never had any issues with cats. Eventually, he changed his mind about her.
Those are the sweet potatoes that I planted on the 16th. I have planted the slip that was well rooted, today in the same bed. There are some bitty shoots that have little rootlets that I planted after watering that bed. I figured that if I was going to plant them, the dirt should be good and wet.
Now, I’m curious to see how much difference there is in production between the potatoes with shoots and roots, the big shoot with roots but no potato and the tiny shoots with very little roots.
I love Banksy. If I actually knew him, I would buy him a drink.
I am the Audience 