Bee Diary: Addenda

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Five of the six honey supers contain little or no honey and are cleaned up, ready for IMAG0705storage.  I set them along the fence to let the bees that are in them return to the colony.  Lower dewpoint makes for so much more comfort inside the bee suit.  A happier experience.

The sixth super, which had a lot of uncapped honey a couple of weeks ago has 5 frame sides capped, the rest uncapped.  The queen excluder came off and the super went back on as winter stores for the hive.  We can change this decision of course, but it seems wise to let the bees have a surplus rather than a shortage.

Even with the resistance work I do three times a week lifting the supers up and down, then, as I did in all visits to the colony, back up onto the increasingly tall hive structure challenges me.  Four colonies might be more than I can reasonably handle.  Besides, what would we do with 340 pounds of honey?

Bee Diary: Post extraction hive inspection September 5, 2013

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Decent dewpoints today so I’m going to check the bee’s progress on cleaning up the four IMAG0876supers we extracted on August 21st.  A service that bees provide is cleaning up and drying out extracted frames.  They do this to make them serviceable for another season just as they would if they were within a hive in a natural setting.  Then, I can take them off and store them until the honey harvest next August.

I’ll also check today to see what the colony has done with the two frames of partially filled and uncapped frames I put back on rather than extract.  Uncapped honey in the super usually has a higher water content.  Anything with more than 18.6% moisture is technically not honey because it will ferment.  Honey with less than 18.6% moisture will keep indefinitely.

If those frames are capped, we may extract them, or I may take out the queen excluder and just let them use this honey as stores for over wintering.  I’ll let you know what I find out.

For Me and My Kate

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The harvest moon is traditionally the full moon closest to the fall equinox, so that’s the moon dark now but waxing soon.  Here in the 4 seasons 45th latitudes the harvest moon shines on much of the harvest, at least from the garden perspective, already long in the house and canned or dried or frozen, stored one way or another.  By Mabon, the fall equinox holiday, we will have only leeks and apples, perhaps some raspberries left.  Still, I have a curious attraction to tradition; as long as I can choose whether or not to observe it, so harvest moon it is.

Kate just came down with purple hands.  She’s processing the wild grapes I harvested this morning.  She said she looked like she’d been stomping grapes with her hands.  Now there’s an image.  Grandma doing handstands in a wine press.  The grandkids would love it.

 

 

Going Paleo

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While snipping wild grapes off the vines that have overwhelmed a front rank of amur maples along 153rd, I was in pure paleolithic mode.  Hunter/gatherer.  No hunter, though the squirrels may drive me to it, but gatherer.  Yes.  These vines grow here.  They grew here before we came and produced well for several years along the six foot section of chain link; though now that has receded, for reasons I cannot discern.

The climbers on the amur maples had a bountiful yield this year.  It made me think our property would have been a stop on a seasonal swing looking out for grapes, blueberries, maybe raspberries, too.  We have wild raspberries,  but they’re less inviting to harvest and our cultivated ones are bigger and sweeter.  But these grapes are here because they like the location, have found it congenial.  Their plan for continuing the species includes many, many fruiting bodies in certain locations and this year our front was one of them

With a harvesting basket and small pair of grape shears I worked my way across about 15 feet of width and up to about 6 feet, snipping many clusters hanging within inches of the ground.  The September sun, no longer fierce at 9:30 am, beat down enough to warm me, a breeze whisked away the sweat.  Going paleo all the way, cave man.

Finished Early

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Gave myself two days to write my presentation on the the third phase.  Finished the first draft yesterday so I’ve got more time today.  I’m not sure I like it; I may have to rewrite the whole thing, but that’s why I start early.  I’ll not reread it for a couple of days at least.

Bill Schmidt’s good work came to my aid yesterday as I scrolled through all my third phase entries on the blog, pulling out sections and pasting them in to word.  I now have a 50 page chunk of notes, erratic in content since it comes from many different days and contexts, but it was very useful in mining ideas.

I’m going out now to harvest ground cherries and wild grapes.  Sounds sorta strange, doesn’t it?

Dog Leak Source Found. Medical Positives.

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I believe I found the egress. (see post below)  Wired it up.  I walked the whole perimeter, about half a mile, checking the bottom of the chain link fence for sign.  These include scuffed earth, bent or snapped off twigs or plant stalks, areas where the earth has been scratched.  Then, like the cowboys of old, I take out my wire cutters and my almost depleted roll of baling wire and anchor the fence to something solid.  The good old empirical method will tell whether or not I was successful.  Dogs in perennial beds.  No. Dogs in back.  Yes.

Also, forgot to mention here the good news about my shoulder.  After six months of sleep disturbing and task disrupting pain, my physical therapy has eliminated almost all the pain.  I would say I’m 95% back to normal.  The p.t. was monotonous and frequent, but over time it pulled me back to good health.  Worth it.  Much better than meds.

In addition, as far as medical good news goes, as some of you know, I’ve mostly cut out carbs, lost 16 pounds and upped my consumption of fruits and vegetables.  Just like your Mom was supposed to have told you, although I don’t remember those lessons from my Mom.  My new doctor did an A1c test which measures average blood sugar over a three month period and mine was in the normal range.  Barely, but it was there.  I’m convinced that the change in eating pattern walked me back from prediabetes.  I’ll stick with the new eating paradigm, healthier anyway.

One more piece of good news in the A1c’s trail.  My cholesterol numbers stayed in excellent ranges in spite of the fact that I’ve increased my carnivorous activity.  That’s all the good news that’s fit to print.

Local Fence Leaks Dogs

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P.T. Barnum famously encouraged crowds, “This way to the egress!”  First project this morning is finding Rigel’s most recent success in locating an egress from our fenced in yard.  All three have used it, but I know this scene well enough to know that Rigel precipitated the event.

We have a wood slatted gate off our deck that leads into the perennial flower gardens below it.  The first day, the very first day, she was here, Rigel got her head stuck between two of the slats.  I had to remove one to release her.  Later on she discovered a downed tree low enough to jump on and use as a bridge to the great beyond.  See my post below about faith as a bridge to a better place.

Since then she’s prized open gates, dug under fences, several times and discovered weak spots in the chain link where she make herself small and wiggle out.  This is a 130 pound dog.  Who then gets followed by her sister Vega at 150.  Vega loves Rigel and enjoys the adventures but never commences them.

So, until I’ve found the hole and plugged it up.

Oh, Dear

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“Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.”
Rainer Maria RilkeLetters to a Young Poet

Here’s some distressing reading.  And not for the reason that it indicates.  You can find other low-paying majors at: 20 Majors That Wont Make You Money.  There is, today, a sense that all higher education should be vocational education, only with more money at the end.  As we skid slowly out of the recent Great Recession and several million baby boomers slide toward retirement with little in the way of savings, it’s not hard to grasp the zeitgeist for all this.

But it’s a mistake.  The emphasis on lifetime earnings comes down very hard beside the point of education.  There’s an even more distressing list:  15 Majors that Will Make You Rich.   If you set out with the only goal in mind the accumulation of wealth, you will make wealth your lodestone.  That means your decision making compass will always swing toward the main chance, the lucrative deal, the high salary, the big payoff.

Another way of describing this is that wealth will become your center of value.  You will value other things in proportion to their capacity to make you wealthy.  Think then about spouse and children.  Think about the dog or the cat you love.  Think about the sport you play with passion.  Think about the music or art or literature that gives your life richness, texture.  Where do these things stand relative to your value center?

The compass needle does not turn toward them.  At best they are on the periphery of what you value most.  I’m not saying that you can’t make a lot of money and not have all these things.  Of course, you can.  Some do.

But let’s look at it another way.  What if you started out with the goal of a good life, a life of friends, family, learning, joy and service?  What if that rich life was your goal rather than a life of riches?  How would your decision making needle twitch now?  How would spouse, children, pets, sports, arts stand in relation to your value center?

Notice, too, that if the good life included wealth, wealth would be at the service of the good life rather than life at the service of wealth.  This is a world-defining difference.  And, of course, just the kind of thing you might expect from a philosophy and anthropology double major.

The material below comes from the 20 majors what won’t make you money weblink.

#2 Anthropology

Anthropology has the unfortunate distinction of being just about the worst major for your career. Recent graduates earn just $28,000 a year. That’s less than many people make with just high school diplomas.

And those anthropologists consider themselves lucky. They’ve managed to beat the odds of 10.5% unemployment rate in their field.

What’s the best you can hope for with an anthropology degree? A 7% unemployment rate and roughly $40,000 a year, on average. Those are some of the lowest grad earnings in human history.

#13 Philosophy and Religious Studies

Looking to expand your mind with Philosophy or Religious studies? We hope you count your wealth in terms of knowledge. Graduates make just around $42,000 a year on average.

That doesn’t sound too terrible, but it’s 20% less than the grads in the top 100 majors make. And that’s not the starting salary. New grads make $30,000 a year and must overcome 7% unemployment.

That’s probably why these majors are twice as likely as their peers to end up working retail. But it won’t be too bad. You’ll have a lot of time to ponder the nature of the universe while you fold shirts.

 

#1 So What Should You Major In?

This all amounts to a lot of bad news. So is going to college really worth it at all? Sure, but to earn more than a high school dropout, you have to pick the right major. The best earning majors are those in the science, technology, engineering and math fields.

And you don’t necessarily have to rethink your passion to earn more. Look for branches within these fields that satisfy your particular yen for knowledge.

If you’re worried about your earning potential, it pays to do the research. A few minutes of investigation now can save you from a lifetime of low wages.

Lunch

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Lunch with Tom Crane.  Here’s a trivia question posed by Tom, one only a select few can answer, I imagine.  There are seven uniformed services in the Federal Government.  Name them.

Of course, Navy, Army, Air Force, Marines.  And most folks will get Coast Guard quickly. But the other two?  The Public Health Service.  Think the Surgeon General.  And, drum roll please for number 7, NOAA.  That’s right the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration has an officer corps.  Among whom at one time was Tom Crane.

This Tom is an extraordinary guy, too.  He helped map Alaska while a NOAA officer, and since then has built what began as a private engineering practice into well-respected forensic engineering firm, Crane Engineering.  Among other things he’s the only guy I know who owns not one, but two electron microscopes.

He and his wife Roxann have become grandparents over the last year and seem as unreasonably attached to their grandson as one would expect.  Grandchildren change lives.

Since leaving the MIA and the Sierra Club, I don’t get out as often as I used to, don’t see as many folks one-on-one as I like to.  Connecting with friends like Tom means a lot to me.  Another time, Tom.

 

Labors Day

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Out with brixblaster this morning.  Mid-50’s for temp and a dewpoint in the high 40’s. md240aJust right.  While out there, I noticed several tomatoes ready for harvest along with eggplants, peppers and cucumbers.  A few raspberries, too.  The raspberries are just starting to come while the tomatoes have worked through most of their blooms. The fruits are not all ripe, however.  Even though the temperatures will pop back up into the high 80’s and low 90’s today feels like the coming of the old fashioned fall.

Before I have lunch with Tom Crane over in Arbor Lakes, I’m going to hit Kate’s favorite store, Joann Fabrics.  Candle making supplies.  We have wick, mold and bees wax, but there’s something called mold release and mold sealer that I might buy.  Vegetable oil works, too, apparently and I can imagine using clay or putty for the mold seal, so if I can’t find them at Joann’s or if they’re too expensive, we’ll go ahead anyhow.

I’m also going to work on our bulb order this morning.  Labor Day.