Yesterday I took the last of my allotted honey from the bees. This year each small super has yielded just over 2 gallons of lovely clear honey. I had three honey supers on two hives. So all up we have harvested a little under 7 gallons (or 26 litres if my calculations are correct) this year!
When planting your bee garden don’t forget the late summer blooms. We don’t want the bees to begin eating their winter stores before the winter. I still have piles of white clover in the fields. And some flowers in the garden. At the moment garlic chives are their favourite, see above and anemone is mine, see below.
In a month or so though, once the clover has finished its last flush, I shall supply sugar water until the freeze.
Next week Mama the old ewe can go back in with Hairy the ram. I think it will be a relief for her as someone is still stealing a sip. I know it is early but I just cannot deal with Hairy MacLairys sad face anymore.
I have no ram for the others. They are too young anyway. So they can wander down the back with Queenie. Have you noticed how Mama always shows her best side when she sees a camera. She walked all the way down the paddock to me and then stood quite still, in profile, for her portrait to be taken.
Now just to clarify. I am not renovating an old chook house in which to stow my Mother In Law. Of course I would not be tempted to do such a thing. (laughter!)I am going to design a tiny house, reminiscent of the old fashioned chicken coops, for her to live in. It is mainly the chook house roofline I am attracted to. It will be tall and airy with a verandah and it will look like it belongs in the landscape.
I don’t know how many shots of this rooster’s tail I have subjected you to but he is just so endlessly photogenic.
Good morning. I hope you all have a lovely day in store. Tomorrow is Saturday here and I am going to have a sleep in until 6am. Usually I hit the keyboard at 5am. I am not even sure I can sleep in but I will give it a try. So unless something really exciting happens that I just have to tell you about I will spend tomorrows Weblog time visiting with you all instead of writing.
This day a year ago. Longing for Scones. I was making scones. I love scones that rhyme with longs. When I was a kid we called our trousers: longs. I just remembered that!