Happy Harvest Blog
Beehive reduction
It’s that time, time to reduce the size of the beehive stacks in preparation for winter, and steal their honey. I hate it. I don’t like taking their honey, and I don’t like the degree of disruption it causes, nor the death. In the process of taking the hives all apart, robber bees come from the other hives and there are disputes and battles to the death. Bees are very good at killing each other and the bee bodies pile up. I don’t know how to mitigate this yet.
Greenhouse goings-on
Earlier this year in the greenhouse. Now it’s a little wilder. Even at this point, though, the guineas were getting lost. The “aisles” have kind of disappeared. I went to open the far doors, and there was a white guinea in the melons. Chirp chirp. Her boyfriend came back in for her, bushwhacking towards her to lead her out. I have a theory that the guineas have kept down the beetles this year. I don’t have a problem this year, although I saw eggs on the leaves earlier.
Boil 'em mash 'em stick 'em in a stew
I looked at the forecast and figured it was the last minute for getting the potatoes out of the ground. It wasn't. They were plenty well tucked in and could have withstood much colder temps. But they're out now. First I take the blanket off. Dig the potatoes...Oh look, I got a heart potato! That wasn't staged. It really turned over the first forkful. I got two heart potatoes today. Somebody's been here first.
Out with the green, in with the brown
Anticipating a big rain, I pushed through pulling nearly everything out of the garden and planting it in cover crops.There are few tactile pleasures to rival plunging a hand into a sack of seed and hand broadcasting it:)
seasonal rhythm
I realized, though, that if one is trapped in a 9-5 life and not outside all day, viscerally connected to the seasons, the shortening days, the building urgency, then one wouldn't be in touch with what this time of year means.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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