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Bear with me while we look around the garden just a little bit more. It’s nearly gone… things got dry here and sadly, that was the end of that, pretty much. Not the weeds, though. Dry, shmry. Weeds just keep going.
A friend of a friend was getting rid of his bees, having found out that he’s highly allergic, and so is his son.
He would have kept them if not for his son, and I believe that, because the Chief also found out that he’s highly allergic, and yet he happily took possession of the hive.
He’s taking shots to build up his resistance, and the epi-pen supply around here is solid.
You can risk anaphylactic shock over here.
But don’t, okay? Keep it together, respiratory-wise.
The queen seems to be doing quite well. Lots of activity in both hives. I tried to get shots of the flying bees, but to no avail — if you think there are funny bright flecks in my photos, well, that’s them. But just imagine thousands more.
The top-bar hive there on the left isn’t inhabited yet. Maybe someday. But now we have two busy hives (and the observation hive as well, in his office — although they are acting funky and maybe dwindling).
I planted several butternut squash plants. What I suspect is a woodchuck got into the ones in the raised beds, and we’ll see how that goes.
But this one that was left over (you really have to plant those things far apart), I chucked onto the leach field hill — and it’s doing amazingly, right there with all the weeds and vines. This is a small portion of what I will harvest (the wire was to indicate back in June that here was a little squash plant):
The vine is going so far into the grass that I didn’t notice when I was mowing — whoops!
Just a few eggplants, peppers, and tomatoes coming along. I do “let the garlic chives grow” (haha not that I have much choice) — those white flowers — because the bees really love them.
But we did get one day at the beach. So lovely. Next year it’s beach or bust.