Bumblebeek

I was trimming the climbing rose that winds around my favorite garden ornament/birdhouse when I heard a familiar sound. In fact so familiar that it took several minutes to place it. It sounded like voices, or singing, or low arguing or.....BEES! A fuzzy black, yellow and orange bumblebee stared at me grumpily from the birdhouse roof … Continue reading Bumblebeek

The Stupid Bravery of Morning Coffee: Or, why you shouldn’t beekeep in a bathrobe

Let me start this post by saying flat-out that everything you read next will make you doubt my intelligence.  I often do too.  But when you are as hare-brained as I can be sometimes, the more rational part of you has a lot of funny material to write about later. That is my disclaimer and … Continue reading The Stupid Bravery of Morning Coffee: Or, why you shouldn’t beekeep in a bathrobe