Summer Waning Strawberry Moon
Hooray for the red, white and blue. That is, the blueberries, the raspberries and the white clover among which I picked them this morning. Worked outside for an hour and a half, moving an outdoor table back to its original place on the brick patio outside our garden doors, a plastic table into the honey house for some more space. Can’t set the smoker on it though.
(Georgia O’Keefe, 1931)
This all has two purposes, getting the house nicer and in better shape for our own use as the summer begins to take up residence and for our guests in July: Jon, Jen, Gabe and Ruth and the Woolly Mammoths. I also moved some potted plants around and am mulling painting a post I stuck in concrete a few years ago. Painting it some bright, contrasty color that will make the green pop.
Only 83 this morning but the dew point’s already at 67. Glad the bee work got done yesterday. On the bees. The president of the Beekeeper’s Association lives in Champlin (near us, sort of ) and has offered to come over himself after the fourth. I’ll be glad to have his experience looking in on my colonies.
While I picked mustard greens this morning, I noticed a bee making a nectar run on a clover blossom near my hand. “Keep up the good work. Glad to see you out here and hard at work,” I told him, rather her. She jumped at the sound of my voice. One of those workers best left to her own initiative.
Haven’t heard yet from Kate but the plan is for her to come home today at some point.