Bee-centric

This is the evening I've been waiting for all winter. Warm, still with the scent of rain in the air, bird song coming from every direction and the heady feel of dirt in my hands. One of the flower beds was the night's mission. Armed with rake and hoe last years annual and the decaying remains of the perennials were removed revealing dark earth.

While I pulled and raked I began thinking about what flowers to plant in this bed. A seed package of zinnias with their brightly colored heads had caught my eye from my garden tote. As I spade the earth I imagined them in a row alongside the pavers leading to the front door and then I thought about the bees finding them and then...I was distracted. Because when I'm not focused on the task at hand or in this case even when I am, my mind is on bees.

I have been reading EVERYTHING I can find on the "interwebs" on organic and natural beekeeping. I stalk the forums. My kindle holds four books on bees and I'm downloading a fifth while I type this. Bee journals have been read and reread and I can pretty much recited the Mann Lake Bee catalog by heart. I will talk to anyone for any reason about bees. I  even wear a bee ring on my right hand.  I'm a little bee-centric.


In a week I will be driving to southern Minnesota to pick up my ladies. Tonight the wait is getting to me. My rake is left to languish in the dirt. My hoe feeling rejected. Piles of plant debris waits patiently by the empty wheel barrow while I  set up a watering station next to my empty hives. I'll get back to the garden tomorrow or the next day and get flowers planted. I'll also be planting the vegetable garden one of these days. Most of those plants take up my dining and living room waiting for that last frost. In the meantime there are frames to ready and more reading to be done and...and...and...I should be getting another package from Mann Lake. Ha! Forgive me.

Peace,
Karen