We spent a lot of time with the bees this week. We split our biggest colony, Candleford, and rather than letting them raise their own queen, we purchased a locally raised one just to see how that goes and to introduce some new genetics. I’m getting nervous around the bees. I’m not sure why. I was more confident our first year! I think it might be just that we are doing so much more with them now. I’ve only been stung twice in two years, so that’s not the problem. Stings hurt, but not that bad. What’s worse is the possibility of being stung. Does that make any sense? Yes, I think it does. Most of my issues boil down to control. You sure can’t control bees and that is why I love them so much while being a little scared at the same time.
I am drowning in clothing and laundry this week. We still have all the clothing out from winter because we are having a cool spring. I’m sorting and making piles and bagging up things to give away. It seems a little bit endless. I am washing all the wool sweaters and just bought some zippered sweater bags to store them in until next winter.
We are moving very slowly in the garden this year. The boys are helping me prepare beds. English peas are up now and my strawberries are looking amazing. If I could only grow one thing, I think it would be strawberries. As far as feeding the family goes, I guess potatoes would be more practical. But in some areas, I’m really not that practical.
Every day this week when I put Job down for his nap, rather than racing to get a bunch of housework done, I’ve been working on my cross stitch. Sometimes making tiny x’s just has to take priority.