Bee Day out

I spent Sunday morning at Woodcroft Wildspace, where the Beekeeper Association that I belong to is involved in developing a new apiary. These are the things I love about Londoners; that they love wild spaces so much, they volunteer their personal time to help turn any small abandoned space in London back into "wild space", and that they love to get out into the green spaces (like me), where you can lie back in meadow grass and look up at the cloud shapes in the sky, or walk through wild paths where tennis courts have been reclaimed by nature, to go blackberry-picking or bird-watching.

It was so lovely to see a wild meadow with children running through waist-high grasses, and to see Fred herding a group of children in a delightfully chaotic version of the bottom-waggling bee-dance ...

In the meantime, back at home, I've kept a careful distance, keeping my well-stung nose out of the Bee Hive busy-ness. I've been dropping in to take a look at their activities every morning and evening and noticed that, after a couple of weeks of no pollen, the bees appear to be stuffing their little baskets full again. So we are all gathering clean, empty glass pots - ever hopeful of a small honey harvest this summer.

I will check the hive again on Wednesday evening - the day before I start my new job. I hope there's honey in the super! M and R have also suggested I keep a jar aside to submit in the Novice section of the Enfield Association's Honey Show.

Those of you who know me well must be loving this; me - the one who never liked the domestic arts - cooking, cleaning, gardening. The one who liked to travel; drift around the world, never settling, new adventures on every horizon, always preferring the life of the unconventional Bohemian.

Welcome to my new Bohemia :)