Mid-Summer Waning Garlic Moon
Spent yesterday relaxing after an unusually busy week. I wasn’t home for supper the first four nights. I like the connectedness and sense of agency I get when the days get busy, but I also appreciate the calm of home. Not much Latin gets done when life gets frantic. There have to be long blocks of time, hours, to settle in and start thinking like a Roman. At least for now. Maybe later it will come more naturally.
Today I finally get outside to care for my potato plants. They need mounds built around them to support the now over grown stalks. The leeks get mounded today, too.
Yesterday I did a weird thing. I got up on a ladder and put plastic baggies around all of our apples. The UoM extension says this prevents apple maggots, otherwise known as those damn worms in the apple. We’ll see. After I’d done about 20 of them, I realized it was like putting condoms on each of the apples so they’d stay safe. Practice safe orcharding, I always say.
Tomorrow I do bee work. It’s time for reversals of the hive boxes. actually, probably past time.
Yesterday when I walked through the garden with Kate I noticed bees flying into the colonies and out again, one after another, filling the sky with their small, busy flights. To an untrained eye it would look chaotic, bees flying in seemingly random patterns here and there; when, in fact, each bee knows where it’s going and to which part of the hive they will return.