Beltane Waning Flower Moon
And on the second day of May we turned our garage into a retail establishment.
This reminds me of my first ever off the continent trip to Bogota. The neighborhood of our small hotel was residential, living areas above garages, sort of like the San Francisco versions. A middle-class to affluent neighborhood, not poor.
I went out one morning for an after breakfast walk, just to take in the unusual experience of a people who lived in a country in South America, who spoke Spanish. I was not at home and loving it. As my walk went on, the neighborhood began to wake up and the garages, too. Doors slid up to reveal small businesses. This one had groceries, that one had cleaning supplies, another with snacks and pop. The neighorhood was one giant, apparently perennial garage sale.
They had to do better than we did. You’d think with a recessionary economy that people would turn out in large numbers. But they didn’t. The day was slow. None of our big items the telescope, the dining room set, the bed sold. It was a nice day, too.
The only significant retail moment for me came when I sold a Che Guevara t-shirt to a Mexican family.
Onions got planted today, a large bed weeded and prepared for peas. The hive came open, too. Inside the bees had gathered all at one end, working furiously on something, what I could not tell. The smoker, filled with wet hay, smoked and the bees remained calm. The white bee suit and mesh head covering worked. No bee got inside.
Did they accept the queen? Couldn’t tell. I’m glad Mark plans to come tomorrow. We’ll look together and he’ll help with what I need to see.