Hmm, lets see, I went to a soldier's funeral this morning, then I went home, changed clothes, went out into my back yard now turned "Bee yard" for some more weed pulling and shrub trimming and pine needle removal. I hauled out one of my camp chairs, sat down witht he garden hose to saturate the ground for dust control while my daughter ran through the water giggling. I polished off the day by putting out another camp chair for my daughter so she coudl sit next to me and watch the sun set while we gulped down iced tea. I lit up a smoke and tried to answer all of her questions regarding "What do bears eat"? and "Do coyotes bite people"? She asks the funkiest questions.
The evening has been spent nibbling on some vanilla bean ice cream whilst browsing the forums here while my cats and the dog are sitting on the sofa next to me. The cats are trying to sleep, the dog wants me to throw the ball. What nerve! He actually expects me to do something? HA!
Tomorow, I am going to ask a local beekeeper if he wants to give me a hand with that box of feral bees I've been considering bringing home. The way I figure it, that guy living up here probably knows much better than I do if such a notion merits doing so. Otherwise, I'll just wait until spring to introduce some new residents to Dennis' Inn for bees".