Thursday, April 14, 2011

Here They Bee

So our little family embarked upon an adventure today. It is quite fun, a little exciting, and somewhat suspenseful. We have joined the ranks of beekeepers! Jonathan decided some time ago that it would really be fun to experience the life of a beekeeper. It has been an interest for him for quite some time and we finally are trying our hand at things. If this goes well I am afraid it may be time for his next project... chickens. We'll take this one critter at at time. Below is a smattering of pictures in no particular order at all. I will try to narrate with the help of Mr. Michael sitting here on my lap as I type. Ah hum...

This is the one casualty of the day. Matthew behaved exactly as I expected Matthew would behave. He was absolutely 100% fearless of any bees. When we went to pick our shipment up he jumped in the back of the the truck that had 100's of thousands of bees buzzing freely about and tried to pick them up. Upon my suggestion that that may not be the best idea in the world he decided to pick a flower and lure them with it. He did and was toting bees all around the yard of the nice gentleman that we picked the bees up from. Later in the day he got a good stinger in the thumb. But was not deterred.
In order for the bees to survive before the nectar starts to flow in our area we have to supplement the bees with sugar water. This is Jonathan pouring syrup over the feeding trays. The wooden trays float on the sugar water. The bees land on the wood, suck through the slats, try not to drown and go about their business of caring for the brood and making honey.
This is a lone bee on the outside of our bee crate. We spray them with sugar syrup before we dump them in the hive so it makes it a little more difficult for them to buzz around.
Each of the hives has approximately 10,000 bees with 1 single queen. The small box that Jonathan is hanging on the frame holds our little princess. She is shipped separate of the other bees. Once they are in the hive we can turn her loose and let her start laying thousands upon thousands of little eggs for us.
A bee buzzing Matthew's head. He liked it.
This is the little box that the bees shipped from California in. We got one hive of Carniolan bees and one of Italian. This is Adam dousing the Italians with sugar water before we attempted to dump them into their hive box.

Matthew's bee friend on his arm.
This is after they have been sprayed down. We open up the box and start dumping the 10,000 little darlings into the hive.
Matthew holding the Carniolan queen bee. She was big and black.
The bees come shipped in these nice little boxes with a can of syrup to plug the hole on the top of the box. We had to pry out the can then dump the bees. This little can is a puny appetizer. Bees consume GALLONS of sugar water in just a few days before the nectar begins to flow. (In other words before lots of things are blooming)
Buddy, the boys, and bees.
Matthew decided the box of Carniolans was going to be his own personal hive. He was attempting to open them all by himself. We are slowly establishing a few bee rules.
The painting and prepping of the bee hive bodies prior to the bee's arrival.
This is a picture of the foundation that the bees will build their comb on. It is a plastic sheet covered in beeswax. I cannot begin to describe the scent that loomed in our kitchen all day. We had dozens of new soft pine frames filled with these sheets of beeswax foundation. It was pine and sweet, sweet beeswax mixed together. It was so unbelievably delicious I honestly wanted to nibble on them. That was a stupendously unexpected treat to smell all day long.
Some of the frames we glued and hammered together.

And there you have it. We have 2 hives... approximately 20,000 bees. We are praying they will survive and some day we will be eating lots and lots of sweet succulent home grown honey. Wish us luck!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Oh Sweet Iowa Home... How do I love thee, let me count the ways -

Birds
Popcorn popping
on the apricot tree
Strawberries
Raspberries
4 boys n' balls
Garlic
Chives
Turkey Vultures
Peas sleeping... for only a bit longer
Climbing Roses
Sweet Succulent Fall Flower... I don't know your name, but I love you
Garden path
White Pine
Mulberry
Spider webs
Coral bells where they aughtn't be
Sunshine on Green Grass
Path past the ravine
Animal clouds

Little boy bird houses
Tulips
Rhododendrons

Sunday, March 27, 2011

A Taste of My Own Medicine

Last night Jonathan got a call a little after ten to do an inter-thecal block for a laboring woman in Centerville. The drive to the Centerville hospital is about 40 minutes from our home. He got dressed and ready, I said goodnight he and headed out the door. A little after 2 AM he got home after placing the inter-thecal and crawled into bed. He had almost fallen asleep when the phone rang again. Centerville - she had failed to progress and now was needing to go to a C-Section. Back in the car he went for his second trip to Centerville to do the spinal on the lady. Some time after 5 AM he was back to bed the second time. Unbeknownst of his long night I woke feeling rested and ready for a happy Sabbath. He was a little sluggish on the draw and in fact didn't get up with the 7 AM alarm for P.E.C. (What a slacker...) It wasn't until after church when we finally had a few moments to talk that I found out he had made two trips to Centerville and didn't really sleep last night.

I just laughed. I was clueless to his phone ringing in the night, him coming... going... talking to nurses. I slept... well, dang hard.

Only now do I have a twinge of appreciation for his comments in the morning that go a little like this... "Wow, that was a great night. Did the boys all sleep through the night?" And through bloodshot eyes I wonder to myself, how is it humanly possible for him to be unaware of the 5 wake-up sessions I had with 3 different children.

It's all about selective hearing... his is buzzing, mine is whimpering. But ya know folks... we get r' done.

Matthew's Apprentice

Andrew has learned everything he knows from his big brother. The one that he calls Ma-Mow.



Ma-Mow has a gift for helping.

Seven

A rainbow with a pot of gold at the bottom was Mr. Adam's birthday request this year. He got it, along with a handful of friends to go bowling with. They had a great time ripping the balls down the lanes and eating lots of pepperoni pizza and eating cake. This was the first I had met a few of Adam's school friends. It was fun to get to know "the country kids" the secretary at the school remarked that Adam hung out with. Ya, they're a little country... cowboy boots and ball caps. But awfully cute little fellas.
When the boy's parents asked what they could get Adam for his birthday I really had to think on it. Adam loves fish, fishing and reading. He loves to receive toys, but he doesn't actually play with them because he doesn't want them to get broken. He's is an intensive steward of everything he owns. He gets that from his Dad who still owns all of his childhood toys. He ended up with a building set, a few new footballs, a yo-yo, a watch, a few books, and a few other silly toys. I gave him a journal which he loves to write in. He's my bookie child and I love it. He has read the Magic Tree House Series up to #37 more times than I can count, has just about cleaned up all of the Secrets of Droon Series and I'm debating if I should start him on Harry Potter. If it has words he reads it. The other day he was reading the paper and he said to me, "Mom, did you know that there is real war going on?" I love him. His current WPM is over 200 and cruising.
Andrew and Dad got in on a little bowling fun with the ramp.
Michael watched and got called a little girl several times. A very common mishap in this adorable little BOY'S life.


Happy birthday Adam!

Mom, that's just unacceptable

Matthew asked me a question and I gave him an answer. His response,

"Mom, I'm sorry, but that is an unacceptable answer. You'll just have to try again."

Ha!!!!!!!!