I should have taken a picture of it…maybe I’ll go back today since my time is now my own.
Yesterday, my afternoon plans shifted around when I got a call from Jerod about his bees. You see, Reader, we’re all feeding our bees right now in hopes that each colony will store enough to carry them through winter. I won’t go into detail here, but feeding often sets off some very very active behavior, and Jerod’s bees exhibited some excitement yesterday. Enough excitement to disturb the carpenter doing some work near the site of the hives. So, we went over to calm them down.
There’s a huge open lot where Jerod keeps his hives, and his grandfather let it go to weeds this year just for the bees…and yesterday Jerod took me on a tour of the wildness. It’s awesome. And it’s beautiful. And it made me wonder why on earth we ever mow our lawns.
Seriously, since I began keeping bees, my desire for a well-groomed yard has shifted. I now look at closely mown, manicured, weed-free lawns as dull. And worthless. I’m much more interested in those wild places to which any bee or bird or snake or mole would fly and slither and tunnel.
I’m of a mind to let my yard go to weed. I like it.
Not Alice 