The Day the Village Died

A week ago we became suspicious.  They had been flying here and there and buzzing in the trees fine a few weeks ago.  I meant to get into the hive on the next nice day.  The last really nice day may have been Easter and I didn’t do it.  What made us wonder about the…

Tales of a Terrible Bee Keeper

I’m more of a cat person, really.  But as a farmer, I love pollinators.  Birds, butterflies, especially bees help to ensure that we will have crops.  I wanted to help them out in any way I could (and perhaps have a bit of honey for my tea) so I set up a hive. My friends…

Chronicles of a Nervous New Beekeeper (with a top bar hive)

I happened to be sifting through Facebook when I noted that my friend, Luis, who I went to the bee keeping class with was excitedly announcing that he was picking up his bees that morning.  …What?  I checked my email, but did not have an email telling me to do the same thing.  Others were…

Welcoming Honey Bees

Welcome Honey Bees!  I’ll have a sign, I hope they think their new digs are fine. I feel excited like Winnie the Pooh, We’ll have lots of sticky honey, for sweets and a cup of tea too! I painted the bee hive a lovely raspberry pink.  Welcoming but not over the top.  I have read…

A Homesteading Store Field Trip

It’s housed in an old building with large sunny windows.  The young woman that greets us is always there, I believe her to be the owner.  She is always smiling, never overwhelmed. You may have a store like this one near you.  I could order everything online but if there is a store somewhere within an hour’s…

This Year in Farmgirl School…

I am inspired by so many things and people.  From the Amish countryside to the Tuscany hills, there are people and principles there that appeal to me.  Perhaps the aspects that I so desire are the same. I am inspired by simplicity.  In having few material items.  More meaningful open spaces that are easy to care…

Bee Keeping Mama (soon to be)

There is a bee hive on the very tip top of the hundred-plus year old building across the street from my shop.  If you stand in my doorway you can see them busily working.  Among the ornate swirls of wood, they have made their home.  I have always had a fondness for Victorian architecture myself,…