Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
I love the way they move—so smoothly and graciously.
I chuckled that the children's second favorite after the giraffes was climbing on the benches.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I replied. “Hmmm. Ok. You can have mine.”
And thus, in our fifteen years of marriage, and nearly as many years of being a beekeeper’s wife, yesterday was a first for me—and for my hubby.
In about three hours, using a handheld seeder, we covered six acres walking and sowing clover seed, hoping to increase our honey production.
We had the farmer’s permission, of course.
We spent about an hour doing another two acre field today.
We won’t see results this year because clover does not get flowers until the second year. Bob thinks we will sow clover again next spring if we see it coming up this year. Oh boy, oh boy!
I think our farmer may have sat inside his house and chuckled as he watched us.
Your wrist gets really tired as you hold the spreader and the trigger to keep it open and turn the crank with the other hand.
We traded off every other time down the field. When it was not our turn to walk the field we refilled the bucket with seed and provided a target so the other could walk as straight as possible.
We took a water break about half way through our farming experiment.
It gave us great pleasure to see our bees working hard and bringing in lots of pollen. (Althought this is a terrible picture and does not show much. Many, many of the bees had pollen!)
I chuckled a bit as I spotted my hubby at the end of the field holding up his hands to keep me straight.
And I followed his lead and did the same—one time. That was all that it took for me to figure out that holding up our hands was unnecessary—a bit over the top so to speak.
But while walking and holding the spreader and turning the crank and looking down the field at my hubby with his hands in the air, and waiting for my next turn to walk. I recalled the story of Aaron and Hur holding up Moses hands as recorded in Exodus 17:8-16.
Then I remembered to “hold up my hands” about some things that the Holy Spirit was placing on my heart.
And I came home to find the verse about God’s hands will guide me.
Psalm 139: 7-10
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bees need to be moved in the evening. We wait until they are mostly in their hive for the day. Then they are sealed inside and moved as gently as possible.
As it gets dark, the bees are given passageways again for entering and exiting--but hopefully not until the morning. Bees return from where they leave each day. So if they are in the hive all night. Their GPS gets reoriented and they will return to the hive in its new location.
If the hives had been moved when the bees were in the field working, they would have returned to the same place they left and circled until they died. That is why the hive must be moved with all or as many of the bees inside as possible.
Then we assisted with another kind of moving project.
Young friends--children of our good friends--are beginning a new business. Their shelving units were on the truck and were delayed and delayed and delayed until the day before the city was to inspect the shelving. So a few of us went to see if we could assist with opening boxes, marking the outlets and putting the shelves on the walls.
It gave us such a sense of accomplishment and joy to see everything coming together. We are asking God to bless the business and make it profitable for this young family.
And as we left, Tim and Tiff graciously gave us VIP cards, t-shirts and some products to sample.
We were moved.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
And great exercise!
Although I'd much prefer to swim in water.
Who could resist this beautiful girl's encouragement?
Lois: Did you think about the ramps?
Me: No, not really.
Lois: Do you think people in wheel chairs jump on trampolines?
Me: Uh, guess not.
Lois: Those are for stretchers! There are an average of three ER visits per day from that facility.
I walked in on two legs.
I watched on two legs.
I walked out on two legs.
And all children were in one piece as well.
I believe in angels.