Busy day Saturday. I got the cinder blocks set up on the deck so I can put the hives on them. They need to be off the ground so any varroa mites and small hive beetles will fall through the screened bottom onto the wood below (where I can squash them).
I spent a fair amount of time making sure there was enough room around the blocks so I could get my broom in there to sweep off the porcupine eggs. For those of you who don’t live under a sweet-gum tree, those spiny seed-pods drop by the thousands—yes, thousands—year-round, making a barefoot romp through the yard an impossibility.
And of course, this is the time of year when the whole Atlanta area is bombarded with pine pollen. Not just a little bit. A LOT! When I moved here almost 20 years ago, I thought the street was running with urine after the first spring rain, but it was just all that bright yellow pollen swirling along the streets.
The yellow polka dots spots on my car don’t show up as much now. The good news is that my hives won't look pollen-covered at all, since they're yellow to begin with.
The plants I put in a few days ago are doing well. And some bees from the neighborhood stopped by to take a sip. The way I chose the plants at the garden center was simple: I looked for the plants that had bees working on them!
And, the best news of all--my bluebird house has babies in it!
BEEattitude for Day # 173:
Blessed are the plants that make pollen for us to collect, for we shall spread their bounty.
One thing Fran is grateful for right now:
FRANattitude for the day:
I have used entirely too many exclamation points in this post. My inner editor cringes when I do that. On the other hand, I'm happy! and I'm excited about the bees and the plants and the baby birds (!!!)