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Think I am feeling heat fatigue. The farmer who keeps the fields around my father-in-law's vacation house cut the hay last week. He baled all but the sizeable strips on the south and east sides of the house. I think he was kinda relieved when I asked him to leave it leave those strips because they are not the quality of hay he has built his reputation on. They are more "weed" than hay. His "weed" is my "bee food." He admires my beekeeping well enough to respect that mightily. He tells me, "Livestock is livestock. It needs to be fed."
The mornings and evenings since I okayed it with the hay farmer have found me out in those 2 fields playing with mulch trails and potential wild flower stands. Hubs and I are scouting potential sites for future bee yards. One of those sites is on the far side of the south field. It, too, is receiving generous portions of the fresh cut hay. The mulch pads beneath the current hives have been pulled back, away from the hives in preparation for their share of the hay booty. ?Seed mulch?
I have been avoiding weather reports and thermometer readings. I don't need to be reminded that it is as hot as a Texas August out there. This morning found me dreading the day. Here I sit, during the coolest hours of the day, holed up inside the air conditioned house, typing this all-important post to avoid the coolest hours of the day.
How important is it?
The mornings and evenings since I okayed it with the hay farmer have found me out in those 2 fields playing with mulch trails and potential wild flower stands. Hubs and I are scouting potential sites for future bee yards. One of those sites is on the far side of the south field. It, too, is receiving generous portions of the fresh cut hay. The mulch pads beneath the current hives have been pulled back, away from the hives in preparation for their share of the hay booty. ?Seed mulch?
I have been avoiding weather reports and thermometer readings. I don't need to be reminded that it is as hot as a Texas August out there. This morning found me dreading the day. Here I sit, during the coolest hours of the day, holed up inside the air conditioned house, typing this all-important post to avoid the coolest hours of the day.
How important is it?
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
Nonetheless, it's exciting to hear about your bee work this summer. Don't heat stroke yourself doing it, but how you're interacting with nature like that intriguing to me. It's somehow great to me to receive from you and your bees a reminder of the healthy world around us even as we discuss our hurts within. Yielding sweet honey.
Keep frosty!
Desert heat feels softer than coastal heat, muji. Desert heat is dry and even. Coastal heat (like McAllen) is humid enough to compete with a Turkish Bath. Then you get to the swamp areas of East Texas where I am. Here we go to the Turkish Baths to dry off.
Maybe a day off wouldn't be a bad idea?
Have fun with the bees:-)