Lughnasa Waxing Back to School Moon
Rigel escaped. Again. This after I don’t know what iteration of foils and barriers. The neighbor thinks she scaled the fence. It’s possible. I have not electrified that part 
because it’s six feet tall. Maybe I’ll have to do that. Geez.
Measuring out the fumagilin-b for the nosema treatment. (bees) Talk about fine measurements. 5 grams to a treatment, roughly one gallon. 5 grams is .176 of an oz. Not much. Kate and I got out the parchment paper and played pharmacist, dividing the powder into 5 equal parts. That’s good enough since the powder comes in quantities of 24 grams per smallest bottle, which is what I have. This goes into half a gallon of water heated to 120 degrees or so, our water heater puts out water that hot. 8 pounds of sugar gets stirred into to make a super-saturated liquid with a quantity of roughly a gallon. The liquid goes in the feeder I have that sits over the whole hive box. I may buy another one. I like them better than the plastic pails.
Out to Wayzata to the Retreat, the old grounds of the Cenacle, now turned into a treatment center for alcoholism. Dick Rice, one of my sheepshead buddies, works there.
Tonight each of the Woollies gets a pint of Artemis Honey and Mark Odegard, the label maker, gets a quart. It feels good to have something to share that comes from our property.
