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The hour and ½ commute from Front Royal to the new office in Merrifield permits the opportunity to observe the green growing things in the median of Rt 66 and gives me an idea of what my honey bees might be foraging on at any given point in the season. These days it seems that wild carrot (aka Queen Anne's Lace) and the chickory are the predominant forage, although I noticed wild carrot blooming in front of the house 2 weeks ago. I'm not sure if the bees really dig that sort of thing. White and blue respectively, I would think that the chicory blue would at least attract their attention.

There are also plenty of some kind of yellow daisy along the highways that are beautiful and prevalent, but I'm not sure how rich a source of nectar or pollen they might be. Nor do I believe that these are native, but rather a planted "wildflower" as part of beautification by the Virginia Highway Commission. There's also a lot of vetch still around as well as a yet unidentified sage with tiny purple flowers that have been strong for at least the last two or three weeks. Here again, I don't know if they get anything from this sort of skerbage. Chuck does weird things like stopping on the edge of a highway when he sees a large meadow filled with a particular kind of forage to observe whether or not there are any honey bees foraging there - nutty kinda shit that only beekeepers would do. Whereas vetch is a wonderful cover crop with underground nodes that bind nitrogen to the soil they don't seem to attract the bees so well, or so Chuck reports.

I think it's safe to say that sometime in the beggining of July is the start of the nectar dearth in the Shenandoah Valley and I suspect will probably continue throughout August; but then speculation like that is the point of this post. I gave the girls a gallon of sugar syrup this morning and this November, after some research, I'll plant one of the varieties of clover that are offered at the Southern States.
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A man can live without arms or legs. A man can live without ears or eyes. A man can even live without teeth, getting by on prosthetics in each case. But there is no substitution for trees. Collectively, they're more a part of us than our own bodies.
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Little Bear

Jun. 6th, 2007 11:44 am
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"Sometimes we'd have 'coons back in Greenbow, but momma'd just chase 'em off the porch with a broom!"

~Forrest Gump
Taily-Po has been staging nightly raids on the cat food, etc. at Casa de Medford, Dog knows for how long or how often. I've been there to thwart his pilfering the last couple of nights. It was approximately 11:30 last night when I heard a crash right outside the kitchen window and, upon parting the curtain, I see him tipping over a collection of plastic dishes with his articulate little paw and gazing in at me through his mask as if to say, "Hey, these bowls out here are empty. In there is where you keep all the food?"

I'd just poured myself a pint of "road apple" cider and took the bottle out with me as a projectile. I opened the door to the deck where the cats are fed and there stands Taily-Po staring at me and contemplating coming inside for look around: "I can has cheezburger?" Only when I came out after him did he decide against it. He slipped through the slats in the hand rail of the deck. . . slowly, taking his sweet time because he's fast losing the fear of people (that I'm making an effort at reinstilling), so I was able to get a nice aim before tagging him with the empty cider bottle as he hobbled to the edge of the yard. When the bottle struck it bounced up and off to one side about eight or ten feet, the same direction Taily-Po hurried off to on impact - I thought because it must've scared the shit out of him. So, I was pretty amazed to watch him chase the spinning bottle around until stopping to hunch over it and lap up the leas from the cider, which H tells me smells like apple pie.

I'd hate to resort to that whole nazi trap and "relocate" policy with this asshole, being as he might be a she and could have pups nearby, but scare tactics clearly aren't getting my point across. Though, I'm certainly not trying to hurt him either, despite that I scored a direct hit with a push broom on Monday night that knocked him on his ass and rolled him a couple o' feet. Momma'd be proud!
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It appears that the sn-ice is disrupting the foraging activities of some of the local vermin. Although we're more accustomed to the bi-pedal variety, this one's been coming around lately looking for handouts of cat food, photo ops, and of course, cash. Everyone loves cash.

H and I agreed to postpone V-Day until Sunday because of the weather and general malaise on my part. We really need to come up with some holidays that don't disrupt my hibernation. An unexpected V-day gift from my longest running valentine, [ profile] lil_psy included a bottle of some very high-end absinthe and a pound of the poisonous herb it's made from. Thanks, Tre; and Happy V-Day!

I hope your move to Fl. goes smoothly, and that you prosper there.



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