Spring Waning Bee Hiving Moon
Talked to the grandkids on Skype. Gabe’s linguistics have made a jump and Ruthie seems to have rocketed past the early years of childhood and landed in an elementary school body.
Jen went to crossfit this morning. If you’re not familiar with this gonzo approach to fitness, click on the link. She’s gonna be tired.
Skype has increased the quality of long distance communication with kids by a geometric factor. We tickled Gabe, watched Ruth move gracefully through the house. We saw the expression on Ruth’s face as she dumped out a box of soft building blocks. It was impish and knowing. We saw Gabe do his mad face and his happy face. Wonderful.
I decided the other day that the only way I’m going to get good at Tai Chi is to practice, practice, practice. I go through the form several times, all the way through the single whip, the last and most complicated move we’ve learned. Doing it in the morning, as a moving meditation and a general loosening up of the body for the day is where I’m headed. Right now, though, I’m doing it before I do my aerobics.
The daffodils outside have finally begun to approach the image I had in my head all those years ago when I began to plant bulbs. My first and most memorable bulb planting event was on Edgcumbe Road in St. Paul. I began putting them in sometime in the mid-to-late afternoon, just as the snow began to fall. This turned out to be the Halloween snow storm which eventually dumped 2 feet of snow on the Twin Cities. I got the message.
Kate made me a quilted piece with a bee and the words Artemis Hives on the side. I’m going to staple it up in the shed where I store the bee equipment.