Lughnasa                                                            Honey Moon

Is anyone else chuckling at the irony?  I mean NASDAQ shut down by a computer glitch.   BTW:  I learned today that the AQ means automated quotations.  Somewhere out there the pencil and the paper are laughing.

Fortuna, Where Are You?

Lughnasa                                                                       Honey Moon

Boy, Fortuna decided to take a walk.  I’ll have to find what her devotees left at her altars and get some of it to her.  My cards have been lousy for two times in a row.  I don’t get any sympathy of course and expect none.  I would like to have a decent hand now and again to remind me of the old days.

On the other hand the table conversation among this group of men, among whom I am the youngster, grows deeper and richer each time we meet.  The cards are the point and beside the point at the same time.

Dinner with friend Bill Schmidt at Pad Thai on Grand Avenue in St. Paul.  Good conversation about writing and an excellent peanut salad.

Sheepshead has become a ritual in all senses of the term and I’m glad for it.

A Co-op

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On a few occasions yesterday bees who had not left the supers buzzed about the kitchen as the extractor whirred and Kate ran the capping knife over the frames.  Each time I encouraged these bees to exit through an opened door and in all but five cases they found the way out.  In those others we caught them in plastic containers and freed them.  Two died, one caught in the door and one I don’t know why.  These bees are our partners in Artemis Hives and deserve respect and kind treatment.  Even if they don’t always show me the same.

It’s a repeated observation, but it’s unusual enough that I’ll make it again.  Kate and I share this property with a whole host of other animals who make their home here.  Chipmunks are the most visible mammals, but we also have gophers, rabbits, opossum, raccoons, squirrels, woodchucks, mice, voles and I have seen at least one marten though I realize he was far from his range.  I mentioned the other day snapping turtles transiting our woods, but we have other amphibians like frogs of least two kinds and toads.  Snakes, salamanders, and skinks live here too.  Many birds are at least here occasionally:  great-horned owls, crows, pileated woodpeckers, red-headed woodpeckers, chickadees, cardinals, blue jays, rose-breasted nuthatches and wild turkeys.  Deer and coyote come through our land from time to time, though it’s been awhile since I’ve seen deer.

This list doesn’t include other very important organisms in the top six inches of the soil and the other plants, from perennial flowers to vegetables.  Our woods has many oak, ash (so far), elm, ironwood, cedar, black locust, poplar and, of course, buckthorn.

It is so easy to imagine that we own the land, but it just isn’t true.  We have a temporary use permit, a years long pass to erect a human dwelling on already inhabited premises.  This permit comes from other humans who might want to do the same; it’s a rule of exclusion, keeping other humans away, but it has no effect on these other tenants.  They come and go as they will, choosing their homes in the ages honored way of finding a good nest site, an excellent burrow, a place to raise young under the shelter of a shed.

All we humans can do is enhance or destroy those options.  We don’t create them, maintain them or put them up for rent.  They are the last and true commons, that portion of the earth still used as it was long ago before the scourge of private property.  We only imagine we own it.

 

We Did Get Some Satisfaction

Lughnasa                                                               Honey Moon

Today, bottling and washing.  Storing.  The cappings are in the sun where the heat helps the honey left behind escape into a bin  below. The bees, smelling the honey, have gathered around the lip of the cappings tank.  In the process of cleaning the extractor I got some honey on me and the bees began buzzing, trying to land, get what I had.  I went inside.

Kate and I both got up wincing a bit this morning.  Just before lights out last night, Kate said, “Good thing we don’t have to earn our living through manual labor.”  Yep.

Although.  The tiredness from this kind of work has a satisfying quality, earned in a good cause. A certain works righteousness goes with the Protestant work ethic.  Thanks, Max Weber and John Calvin.

Extraction, Illustrated

Lughnasa                                                                      Honey Moon

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The colony as honey highrise before extraction.  Kate’s homemade super covers are on the ladder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The equipment washed and ready.  From top left, uncapping tank, extractor barrel, five gallon pails with our three filters, extractor stand in process.

 

 

 

 

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My handy wife at work creating a stable platform for our indoors extracting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The extractor in the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kate’s dextrous work with the uncapping knife made extraction much easier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The result, two pails this full, plus some left yet in the barrel and in the uncapping tank.  Our hair dryer innovation pictured here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What are mommy and daddy doing now?