On the last day of July
it is cold, the sky covered with white and grey cloud, the forecast for heavy rain this afternoon
the honeysuckle in the garden is blooming dark and pale pink, but sadly scentless
the sparrows are feeding their second brood inside the old burglar alarm bell on the wall just outside our bedroom
cows and calves in the fields around, all different shades and combinations of brown and cream, they stare as I walk past
the bees keep swarming and disappearing even when they have been artificially swarmed - full hive, empty hive, hunt the queen... all this I am learning from a distance, but L is now a fully fledged bee handler
August looms when everyone goes away, especially my therapist.
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I didn't know you were beekeepers! My mom and her husband are beekeepers, down in North Carolina. Every year we get glass jugs of delicious home-grown honey from them. Last year it was a light golden color (clover honey) and this year the honey was so dark it looked like molasses (tulip magnolias had been planted near the hives). All so delicious, and wonderfully healthy too!
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