We had such warm spring weather this weekend! The backyard dried up a bit – there's still a lot of mud, but at least it's not a lake anymore. I did a spring cleaning of the beehive. The girls are doing extremely well and were hard at work already. Some of the bees were so covered in pollen they looked almost entirely yellow! I think I may need to do a split this year but I'm not complaining. If all goes well I'll have two hives!
In the garden, the garlic is coming up and the cold-frame lettuce is doing well. Even though it's a wee bit early, I've got my eye on the aspargus patch, waiting for that first shoot.
Well, hello there spring! We're mighty happy to see you!
(we keep a small hole in the pond over the winter for the koi)
(too cold / lazy to move to the other room where my swift and ball winder are)
Jeepers, it's cold!
The past two days we sat at around -40 (which, by the way, is the same in celcius as it is in fahrenheit - neat, eh?). This winter we are getting familiar with words such as frost quake and phrases like severe weather alert and wind chill warning.
I am truly amazed at how well the chickens are faring in this. They greet us each morning, chipper as can be, wondering where their beloved winter scratch is. When the sun comes out and hits their area of the yard by mid-morning, they hop down out of the coop and sun themselves in the cold sand of their run. When the sun moves to another part of the yard, they get up, eat a bit of snow and some grain, and meander on back into the coop without a care in the world.
I drove out to the bee yard yesterday in order to dig out the bottom hive entrance that was buried in snow (the top was fine). I so badly wanted to open the lid to see if the bees were still alive in there. Of course, I did not. This beekeeping gig sure requires patience.
We are keeping warm inside with all the essentials – soup, tea, and yarn.
"But what if I could see the familiar world as if I had never seen it before, even if I see it every day – with that wonderment and surprise? Or see it as if I would never see it again? Then imagine the glory. I'm thinking it's a paltry sense of wonder that requires something new every day. I confess: Wonder is easy when you travel to desert islands in search of experiences you have never imagined, in search of something you have never seen before, in search of wonder, the shock of surprise. It's easy, and maybe it's cheap. It's not what the world asks of us.
To be worthy of the astonishing world, a sense of wonder will be a way of life, in every place and time, no matter how familiar: to listen in the dark of every night, to praise the mystery of every returning day, to be astonished again and again, to be grateful with an intensity that cannot be distinguished from joy."
(Kathleen Dean Moore, from "Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature")
This weekend was a trip into Woodstock for the fibre arts festival where I met amazing artists that left me so inspired I'm really not quite sure what project to tackle first (oh, the ideas that are floating around in my head!).
On Sunday, a lovely bike/hike with family followed by Thanksgiving #2. Turkey! Pie! I swear I will never tire of those two!