The Price of food may be going up

Today is a two post day. ūüôā

PSA

Maybe you have already noticed…

Maybe this will be old news by the time you read it….

And maybe in your neck of the woods it won’t happen,

but according to our local grocery store manager (who shared this info with our neighbor’s niece who works at that grocery store….)

The prices of food will be going up in the not too distant future….

Not trying to stir¬† up any fear, rather, give you a little heads up so you’ll have a chance to prepare.

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My wife is a frugal shopper.  Her favorite place to shop for groceries is a local Amish discount food store.

Items are pennies on the dollar in many cases.

Not outdated,

Plus they sell in bulk.

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Quick question-  Have you heard any rumblings of this where you live?

Take care. DM

 

Ode to the blue collar man (ie. my father)

Ode: An¬†ode¬†is a kind of¬†poem, usually praising something. … An¬†ode¬†is a form of lyric¬†poetry¬†‚ÄĒ expressing emotion ‚ÄĒ and it’s usually addressed to someone or something, or it represents the¬†poet’s musings on that person or thing.

(Long time readers may remember a version of this post from 2016.¬† It showed up on my “blog stats” this morning and I thought it was worth reposting. DM)

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My dad graduated high school in the early  50’s.

A local attorney¬† (Remley) who at one point owned the farm my dad¬† lived on,¬† offered to pick up the tab on his college tuition “because¬† he had a knack for math.” My grandparents were not rich.¬† They’d raised a family through the great depression, then after WW 2,¬† shipped, case after case of canned food and clothing to grandma’s relatives¬† back in the old country (German).. .so grandpa and grandma never really got ahead financially. Dad opted not to go to college, instead went into the service, then went to work at a packing house. After that, he started¬†¬†driving a cement truck for a local cement company. ¬†¬†At some point, he was asked to come into the office and help behind the counter in the lumber yard portion of the business, eventually rising through the ranks to manage both the lumberyard and the concrete plant.

(Remember what I told you about math.) ūüôā

In the early 1970’s dad went into business with his brother as a general contractors. They built up a multi-million dollar construction company, employed one  hundred eighty men over the course of a 30 year span, one of which was me.

This is an ode to the  blue collar man that shaped my life..

 

Ode To The Blue Collar Man

He

had

 the

hands

of a

farmer.

The heart of

a musician,

the mind of

an engineer.

But somehow..

between raising a family,

paying the bills and farming the land,

his steel guitar  got misplaced in the mix.

Life is a pendulum.Sometimes we learn

by example, and sometimes we choose

a different path.

Checking In

How are you doing this morning?

What’s it like locally where you live?

I was telling my wife this morning over coffee, one of the harder things to deal with (for me) is getting accurate information,¬† trying to sort the crazy rumors out from what’s really true so we can make good decisions.

I stumbled across a fresh source of news on Thursday I have good feelings about.¬† It’s called the Epoch Times.¬† They are currently running a special.¬† First month is only a $1.00, then after that, it’s $70 something for 6 months.¬† What impressed me, well one of the things that really impressed me was their coverage on the Covid-19 (the coronavirus).¬† They have an ongoing data base that is updated every couple of minutes with statistics on number of confirmed cases, number of deaths, broken down, by country, and state.¬† ¬†Crunching the numbers myself, I saw that in Italy for example the rate of death was over 8%…which is crazy.¬† When it comes to accurate information from China, I absolutely do not trust the information, from them or the mainstream media in our country.

Got this off their website:

¬† ¬† “The Epoch Times was founded in the United States in the year 2000 in response to communist repression and censorship in China. Our founders, Chinese-Americans who themselves had fled communism, sought to create an independent media to bring the world uncensored and truthful information. We are free from the influence of any government, corporation, or political party‚ÄĒthis is what makes us different from other media organizations. Our goal is to bring our readers accurate information so they can form their own opinions about the most significant topics of our time.”

I’ll let you know in a month, whether or not we chose to subscribe.¬† It’s a little steep, but knowledge is power as the saying goes.

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On a local front here, I have a full morning.¬† Dropping off a couple of dozen farm fresh eggs to one of our regulars,¬† then stopping by my mom and dad’s for a cup of coffee.¬† ¬†Their in their 80’s so they are laying low.¬† ¬†At 10 I am picking up our 6 year old grandson.¬† He get’s to hang out with grandpa today (me), going to show him how to start tomato plants from seeds.¬† ¬†Then as they mature, send several of the plants home with him for him to plant and take care of and eventually show him how to save tomato seeds for next season.

After our seed starting workshop, we are going to pick up beer cans.

Home Schooling PE class at it’s finest. ūüôā

Get some exercise, clean up the environment, hang out with grandpa and make money at the same time,

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Here’s a link to the Epoch Times, in case you are curious:

And finally, I’ll leave you with this…I shared it last year:

Take care. DM

Ten Reasons Why You Need To Plant An Orchard

Few years ago, I got an e-mail from a college professor.¬† Seems some of his students at the time had stumbled across the following blog post on another blog of mine.¬† He wanted me to know¬† he’d heard them talking about my blog outside of class around the campfire on a class trip.¬† Talk about honored. Anyway, Spring is in the air.¬† If I want to do any pruning it needs to happen in the next couple of weeks.¬† So, to kick off the 2019 apple growing season, I¬† would like to repost the following musing.

Ten Reasons Why You May Want To Plant An Orchard.

(and if not a whole orchard, at least a couple of trees) ūüėČ

 

Hanging scale in our sales area

1.  Photo opportunities.   Our apple orchard constantly changes with the seasons.   There is always something catching my eye and bringing me joy.

Apple blossoms

2.  It provides the perfect blend of solitude and social interaction.  I love my peace and quiet.  There is nothing more nurturing for me than spending a Saturday morning alone, picking apples.  At the same time, I do love meeting and bantering with the public on occasion, and when the mood strikes, I will load up the pick up and head to our local farmers market.

Hawking apples at the farmers market last season

3.  Supplemental income.   Sure there is some work involved in tending an orchard, but not nearly as much as you might suspect.  One Semi dwarf tree  will cost you  $20 to $25.00 and once it’s mature, it can produce between 2 to 4 bushel of apples a year. = 80 to 160 pounds of fruit @ $1.50 a pound that’s $120 to $240 gross, from one tree…per year..not bad for some additional pocket change if you ask me ;-)

4.  mental stimulation.    While the basics of tending an apple orchard are pretty easy to grasp, there is always something new to learn.   Did you know there are over 750 different varieties of apples in the United States alone, and over 2000 varieties world-wide?

5.¬† Keeps you physically active. ‚Äú Keep those muscles moving‚Ä̬† my grandpa used to say.¬† Between the pruning in the early spring, to the picking in the fall,¬† having an orchard provides me with lots of¬† opportunities¬† to be physically active outside, all the while,I‚Äôm getting paid¬† and enjoying some fresh air.¬† As I¬† get older¬† I will probably do more of that ‚Äúyou pick‚ÄĚ marketing, but for now, I can still climb and honestly, I love picking apples.¬† Last Saturday, I picked about 1200 pounds of apples in about 6 hours.

6.  Provides me with lots of opportunities to bless others.  I’m not going to brag and tell you how this works itself out except to say, I try to sell mostly our #1 apples, which means, what to do with the seconds?    The opportunities  to give are all around.

7.¬† Get to enjoy some varieties of fruit that are hard to come by normally ‚Äď plus if you can find them, you‚Äôll pay through the nose.¬† Sure we have Honey crisp, was told last year they were charging up to $5.00 a pound for those little rascals.¬†¬† So far this year, I‚Äôve picked 11 crates of them and probably have at least another 8.¬† My personal favorite is called the Ginger Gold:

Ginger Gold.

It is every bit as crispy as the Honey crisp and sweet.   Last year we had 32 crates of these little jewels.

8.  Fresh apple cider.    You haven’t lived until you’ve had fresh apple cider pressed from your own apples.   It’s got a texture and taste you’ll never , ever find in a store -ever.  If you come to visit, and the apples are in season, you can help me press out a batch. ;-)

9.¬† You‚Äôll¬† give the bees something to talk about.¬† Ever hear of the ‚Äúwaggle dance‚ÄĚ?

10. Provides me with lots  of spiritual insight.

Life is full of mystery.    I believe God has hidden the answers to some of our questions about life in the apple orchard.

Pruning and suffering.¬† I hate it when people try to slap pat answers onto my life when I‚Äôm in the middle of something hard.¬† It makes me angry.¬† So I will not disrespect you and do that now.¬† Sometimes it feels like I‚Äôm getting ‚Äúpruned‚Ä̬† and when it does, I barely have enough energy to survive, let alone¬† do more.

Fruitfulness (ever see an apple tree grunt?  :-)   Me neither.

Seasons.¬†¬† Apple trees don‚Äôt produce fruit 12 months out of the year.¬† In fact, they need large blocks of ‚Äúdown time‚Ä̬† in the winter..to get ready for the next season.¬† They literally need that time, which is why apple trees don‚Äôt do well in warmer climates.

Variety.  Already mentioned this one, but it bears repeating.    Apple trees vary widely and differently in the type of fruit they produce.  I think people are created much more varied than culture tries to tell us.   I found an apple tree on an abandoned farmstead a few years ago like nothing I’d ever seen before.  Some heirloom variety I’m sure.  It looked and tasted just like it was designed to taste.  Definitely not some domesticated boring apple.  So why do you and I sometimes think we have to look like everybody else?   Nothing more beautiful than someone being 100% alive just the way they were designed:

As always, thanks for reading my stuff ;-) DM

Why I’m optimistic about 2019

I just ordered  2000 Red Burgundy  Organic Onion seeds this morning.

When they arrive, I’m going to fill a flat with them and watch them grow.

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CS Lewis wrote a little fictional book called The Screwtape Letters.¬† It is my personal favorite of all his writings.¬† He was a master story-teller.¬† ¬†He talks in there about worry, fear of the future, fears of the unknown.¬† ¬†If you struggle with fear, and love a good allegory, I can’t recommend it enough.

I think it has shaped my thoughts on this topic as much as anything I have ever read.

Well, I feel a nap coming on.

Later! DM

 

 

 

 

Of Grit and Bone September 13, 2018

About the title, read this if you’re curious.

6:39 AM. Sun is just coming up.

Normally, about this time, our resident tomcat Barron¬† comes to the front door and starts scratching.¬† He wants two things.¬† First, a snuggle.¬† He’s the only cat on the property, and since he and Libby (our Labrador) do not like each other, we are Barron’s only family.¬† ¬† I found him a couple of years ago , in the median strip of a 4 lane highway about 2 miles from here.¬† ¬†He was a half-grown kitten at the time.¬† If I’d not stopped to rescue him, he would have been run over.

Which means he owes me his very life blood.¬† ūüôā

(Remember that scene from the Star Wars series? That creature with the big floppy ears)

Second thing he wants is to get fed.  If I leave his food dish out over night, sure as heck, a raccoon or opossum will find it.

Here are some of the issues currently in the mix:

My Dad,  New remodel at work, the Rat Invasion, The apple crop.

I’ll start with my dad.¬† Dad is 86.¬† Until a week ago, he was still driving.¬† Mom and him would go out daily for lunch. They moved to town in May, after 50 plus years on the farm.¬† Last Tuesday I got a call from my sister in the morning.¬† Dad had fallen and was en route to the hospital.¬† ¬†Pretty sure he’d broken his leg. (He did)¬† Quite a bad break.¬† Doctor told my dad and sister (who is a¬† nurse) before going into surgery, there was a very real chance he might never be able to walk again.¬† Surgery went better than expected.¬† He will be able to walk, (will probably have a limp) but considering the alternative, that was very good news.¬† My mom, was already scheduled for hip surgery before all of this happened.¬† Looks like the two of them will both be using walkers in the near future.¬† They are so thankful to be surrounded by a large network of extended family. That’s the sort of thing you don’t think about when you’re in your 20’s or 30’s, healthy, and living La-Vita Loca. (Living the crazy life.)

It has been so touching, humbling, encouraging, energizing, and inspiring to watch how different ones have stepped  forward to use their individual talents to help out.  One sister is a nurse. She spent the first several nights with dad @ the hospital.  Another sister, has the gift of administration.  Between the two of them, they have coordinated  all of the communication between the various health care entities, rehab,  scheduling who is available to drive when and where.

Wife and I have been  staying overnight with mom, helping drive her to her various appointments, etc.

You may have already seen this action photo of the crew who helped move them in May:

Several of you  have come to mind recently.  (Marilyn, Val, and Di to be specific)  All of you have had to say good-by to your mom within the past couple of years, and that thought has  energized me to make the most of the time with both of my parents.

¬† ¬† Work.¬†I am in the middle of a large remodel.¬† It has been a mixed bag.¬† House is situated out in the middle of 40 acres of timber.¬† Yesterday we could hear the walnuts falling.¬† It continues to keep me physically fit, and it pays the bills. I get to work with my son on the project. He scheduled his work load to be available to help. Considering, I started taking him to work with me about the time he was 5…he is a gift to have on the crew. On the negative side of the ledger, we’ve just finished¬† enduring almost 2 weeks of nonstop rain.¬† Financially that cost me in rental equipment, and lost productivity.¬† I saw some yellow fungus¬† starting to grow on the side of house Monday.¬† ¬†One of my new co-workers decided to not show up the day we set roof trusses (between rain showers, over the existing house)¬† That ticked me off.¬† His phone has been surgically¬† attached to his hand so I know he could see me calling to find out where he was.¬† ¬†He didn’t answer.¬† That proverb about a faithful man…who can find?¬† Yep, they are getting harder and harder to find.

The rat invasion

Normally I equate rats with an active farmstead with grain and fresh feed supplies..(we don’t have either)¬† Well, when I got on my lawnmower 3 weeks ago,¬† 4 large healthy rats came tumbling out of the mower deck.¬† We have a lawnmower with a 6 foot deck.(the mower is in¬† front rather than underneath.)

Creep-ed  me out.

Two of them were as large as squirrels.  I  had noticed half a dozen holes around the perimeter of our red barn (rat activity) but never gave it any thought until that day.  As I looked around the basement of the barn, I could see multiple spots where the rats had dug tunnels right up through the concrete floor.  The thing is, the barn is less than 100 feet from our 110 year old farmhouse with a limestone foundation.  Come winter, the last thing I want is for that horde to send some scouts over to our house.   So, I bought a 9 pound pail of rat bait.  It was gone in 3 days. Bought a second. Same thing.  Talked to Dave @ the store, he recommended the more expensive stuff. I am on my 3rd 9 pound pail of super-duper, heavy-duty rat bait.  At $50 plus dollars a pail, the novelty has worn off. (and one feeding is supposed to kill them)

There is definitely a life lesson in all of this for me.

And finally the Apple crop.

Another Japanese Beetle invasion decimated 80% of our Gingergold and Honey Crisp apple crop this season.¬† Each female beetle can lay up to 60 eggs in the fall.¬† Last season, I thought..it couldn’t get any worse.

Well, it did.

Japanese Beetles on a Ginger gold apple

(I think they look like Christmas tree ornaments.)

Japanese beetles on peaches 2018

We did manage to save 2 bushel of peaches. Bartered for some peach wine, and peach pies from the neighbors.

In spite of the rats, the beetles, the no-shows at work, and the rain,¬† I have a remarkably flippant, detached attitude most of the time.¬† I can trace it right back to a book my dad gave me when I was 14.¬† He said to me, “Junior, you need to read this book.”¬† ¬†

I did.

Norman Vincent Peal’s book, The Power of Positive Thinking.

It changed the trajectory of my life.

Not saying I’m on my game 100% of the time…but can’t imagine what life would feel like to just focus on the nasty.

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Well, time for me to wrap it up.

Bus leaves in 45 minutes. DM

 

Katie and the Amish Farmer

I have been on the receiving end of two attitudes the past couple of weeks with our apple give away.    Both have left  lasting impressions.

Do you mind if I tell you two short stories? ūüėČ

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Her name is Katie.

She called our place a week ago, looking for apples.

Wondered if she could stop by after work.  She wanted to make apple butter.

I told her on the phone about the hail storm in June, how it had severely damaged the crop.¬† She was more than welcome to get as many as she wanted, I didn’t want them to go to waste…and they were free. She insisted on paying something,¬† but it would have to be after she got paid on Wednesday.¬† (She works at a local nursing home.)¬† I was struck by the concerned tone of her voice on the phone.

She stopped  one of the days I was home working in the shop.

I was struck even more by her appreciative, caring attitude when I met her in person. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I would be a rich.¬† What her attitude did (and does) to my heart¬† is almost palatable….like a perfume that makes my heart glad.

Katie came back this week and got a few more apples…and a pumpkin. She insisted on giving my wife $20.

 

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This second attitude came my way via an Amish farmer.  He was here twice picking apples.  I lost track of how many bushel he ended up getting.

The second attitude¬† (if I were to put it into words) goes something like this…… You must be stupid (or uninformed).¬† Sure I will take free apples.¬†¬† Before giving my friend your phone number I want to make sure I get all I want).

I don’t have a prejudiced, biased, judgemental bone in my body toward the Amish.¬† It has nothing to do with that. In the past¬† few years the Amish have been moving into our area in droves.¬† I interact with them every chance I get.

The Amish farmer asked if I had any apple wood he might be able to get for smoking.¬† Just so happened I did have a pile stacked by the barn I was hoping to sell to local restaurants…. When he asked me what I would charge for the wood, (this was after getting all of those free apples) I still sensed he was trying to get as much as he could for the least amount of money….

I just think it is hard-wired into some people to do business this way.

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People¬† are watching.¬† They may not say anything, but don’t think our good (or less than stellar) attitudes don’t go unnoticed.

 

Protecting the brand.

Hail damaged Cortland

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Do you have any recent (encouraging) encounters with a stranger that left a lasting impression?

You know me….I love details. ūüôā DM

Picking green beans in the rain

It had been thundering for the past half an hour, and then it started to rain.

I was out in the garden picking green beans Tuesday night.

I could feel the anger slowly melting  away.

In the Christian tradition, there is a thought that goes like this….Be angry but do not sin…do not let the sun go down on your anger.

The word sin has all but disappeared in the work a day English language.

Too bad.¬†¬† It¬† literally means¬† “to miss the mark”… a word picture of a faulty bow (bow and arrow) that doesn’t¬† shoot straight…shoot an arrow with this bow and it will inevitably veer to the left or right.

So there I was grousing a bad attitude about something I could not shake.¬† I did not want to have a bad attitude but i did…. If I told you what it was that had me vexed, you wouldn’t believe it.¬† Doesn’t matter. problem was, I could not shake it. Tried everything I knew…

And then it started to rain….and the bad attitude just sort of dissolved…. Not sure how that works, but I like it.

Pause.

Stopped by my mom and dad’s yesterday morning for coffee. They are both in their 80’s….still live on the family farm.¬† Dad was outside pushing a riding lawnmower onto a trailer.¬† I got there just in time to help him finish.

I cherish moments like that,¬† all the more of late… There has been a slew of obituaries in the local paper of people I know….most of them my parents age or younger.

My favorite moment yesterday  happened just before I left.  I asked dad about the young farmer who had recently purchased an adjacent farm dad used to farm.

(I’m scratching my head wondering how that math works…farm ground around here is still in the $5000, to $6000 per acre range, and with current corn and bean prices, dad lost money last season farming that same ground).

Dad said...”The younger generation has never experienced what can happen when the bottom drops out.¬† I have.¬† You never forget those things.. I would be very careful just how much debt you take on right now.¬† One of the salesman in the local John Deere¬† store told me this week, they are looking at a long term gradual decline in sales, just like back in the 1980’s…”

Listening to my dad validate my concerns did something for me.

It helped me to feel grounded.

Picking green beans in the rain and having coffee with my parents gave me a sense of being grounded.

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When you hear that term “grounded,”¬†¬† what does that mean to you?¬† What are some ways that happens in your life?¬† I want details.

DM

One ton of fresh compost

So I did

Stairway to heaven

(My view yesterday  while I worked)

Woke up yesterday morning to¬† drizzle.¬†¬† I’d hoped to finish a metal roof on¬† our two-story garage.¬†¬† The garage is an old house dating back to the 1870’s.¬† If we had the funds, it would make an awesome guest house.¬†¬† Sloped ceilings in the second floor rooms. Old old wallpaper still on the walls. Blueish green antique doors.¬† A chimney that still works…..

and a family of raccoons that have moved into the attic.

I realized a few weeks ago, they’d put a couple of holes right through the roof into the attic, which explained why we were starting to get water stains in the ceiling of our storage room.

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Pause.

We were re-watching an episode of Downton Abbey last night.¬† There was going to be a cricket match between the house staff and the locals… Molesley (one of the footman) kept going on and on at how good he was at cricket….his dad had been a coach….it made me cringe listen to him toot his own horn.¬† I looked over at my wife and told her,If I ever start sounding like that...tell me! “

Sometimes in my desire to keep it real here, I want to write about¬† the good stuff that is going on in my life, (like the retaining wall job from last week.) But, then I start to second guess myself, lest I sound like a Molesley ūüôā

Life is a mix.

I’m not interested in the sanitized version of your life.¬† If something good is happening, I want to hear about it.

And, if something has really got you vexed, I want to hear about that too.  Because my life is a mixture, hearing about how other people deal with things helps keep me sane.

I have some older friends that I consider pretty well grounded.¬† My favorite stories from them are about things that trip them up…and I want details...so on that note, I am going to close with a recent event from my life.

 

I was approached a few years ago by XYZ. (a local store) They wanted to sell our apples through their venue.

Sure. Win-win  I thought.

Because it was a new business, in my desire to help them out, I suggested,  rather than getting paid,  I would spend what they owed me as in store credit.

Sure she said. Sounded great she said.

Well, we did it for two years,  but every time I stepped into the store, I sensed  an under-current of hurry/ hurry/ stress, stress.   This last season, I kept asking where we were at on the ledger sheet?   I would hear,

“I’ve written everything down..don’t have the exact total now….but I will.”

This happened multiple times. Got more awkward ever time I brought it up.¬† Finally I said, “Just cut me a gift certificate and¬† that will simplify things for both of us.”

Even that felt like I was pulling teeth.

Did I mention, the owner, sucked at returning phone calls, texts, etc.¬† Yea, well I finally called, left a message and said the following Thursday I would stop in and wanted to pick up the gift certificate.¬†¬† I texted a reminder the day before, since no one ever picks up the phone when I called. ¬† When I stopped in, the wife wasn’t there, but the husband mentioned she was up like at 5:30 that morning working on my total.

I sensed tension.

I’m thinking to myself, this is ridiculous.

Life is too short.

Selling apples is a hobby for me.

I am not even generating  that much income.

I refuse to put myself in a situation where there is tension every time I step through the door,  so I  decided earlier this summer, I had had enough.  I contacted the husband. Told him I was simplifying my life this Summer and would not be selling apples through their venue in the Fall.

That would give him plenty of time to line up another source for apples.

Well, there has been a $35.00 gift certificate attached to a magnet on the frig ever since.  I have not wanted to go back to the store.  Toyed around with giving it to someone else as a gift.

Then, the other day,¬† I thought, what the heck...that is my money.¬† Plus, they have delicious cheese in the store…and locally produced wine.¬† I am going to stop, and buy a block of delicious blue berry cheddar , and pick up a bottle of semi sweet Riesling Castle wine. ¬† Then I am going to celebrate the completion of two very stressful projects.

So I did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The keeping of bees….continued

Honeybee nuc.

I noticed a lot of bee activity the past couple of days on the outside of the new nuc, so I texted my bee mentor Mike last night.  (This nuc is a small box with 5 bee frames in it.  It was split off the main hive a month ago.)  Mike suspected they had probably outgrown their new home and it was time to move the bees into a regular bee hive box.

He wished me luck. ūüôā

Up until now, the only thing I have personally done with the bees is open the hives and peek in….

Bees go to bed relatively early, so once most of the bees were back in the hive, I taped their front entrance shut then carried it down to the new hive.  The thing was a lot heavier than I anticipated.  It had to weigh at least 50 pounds.

Inside of this little box was¬† 20 pounds of honey and thousands and thousands of honeybees…

Opening the lid on the nuc box felt just like opening a Christmas present.

Mike had been correct.

The bees had outgrown their space. The frames were thick with crawling bees, and once I started prying the  frames out of the box, the pitch of the hum changed. It doubled, then tripled in volume.

They were TICKED OFF.

(My first thought was, I sure hope this bee outfit is all it is cracked up to be.)

To give you an idea of how many bees there were, you can buy them by the pound (live)…a 3 pound container holds about 10,000 bees.¬† I’m guessing there were between 20,00 to 30,000 in that box.¬† The new queen has been busy the last month.¬† We learned in class last winter she can lay between 1000 and 2000 eggs per day…

Just wow

Here is a picture some of you may not have seen that I took back in June of a frame full of bees in the main hive:

Frame of honeybees and honey

Doing all of the switching around of the bee frames last night without anyone else present was a rush.  I feel like I hardly know anything, and yet, just like anything else, I have to start somewhere.

Few years ago, I had a woman stumble across my farm blog who makes her living raising vegetables.¬†¬†¬† You could sense the contempt she had for my lack of knowledge in her one and only comment.¬† The only experience I had gardening growing up was one year, dad decided to cover the potatoes with a pile of old hay, rather than bury them in the dirt.¬† I remember pulling back the hay, later in the summer, and seeing all of the new potatoes on the top of the ground. That is it.¬† The rest of my gardening knowledge has been acquired through reading, and a few conversations with more experienced gardeners…and I still feel like a newbie.

 

I am a teacher.  I love to mentor, especially in the construction field.  SO, when I am on the receiving end of someone teaching me, something new (like bee keeping, or gardening)  I can tell a good teacher from a bad teacher in 2 minutes.

It’s 95% attitude.