On Saturday, for no particular reason, a thought slipped into my head about the bees. I thought it was a shame that we’d bought the Beekeeping Book and had only dipped into the first few pages before tucking it away into a box in the house once we realised that we were severely lacking in bee movement after the Winter.
These last couple of weeks have been a bit strange. With the ‘fossa’ and drainage in place and a flushing toilet sitting proudly in the house, and the ‘stufa’ puffing merrily away out of its new chimney on the colder days, we’ve found ourselves tackling some of the smaller jobs around the place and it feels most relaxing not having intense, full days of work ahead of us … we can stop every once in a while and enjoy the first signs of Spring that seem to be slowly creeping up on us.
Happy New Year to all of you … those crawling from their beds nursing hangovers who are starting the day with a handful of peanuts and a slice of leftover Christmas cake for breakfast, and those who we all envy who’ve been up since 7am and already managed a couple of chores and a brisk morning walk. I fall into neither of these categories having got up at a sensible hour and only had two espresso coffees and no breakfast (but only because we finished the Christmas cake last night!)