August

It's the middle of the week, and it's been full of a sense of being timed----we're in a race, and we've got to be accomplishing the course before the buzzer buzzes.

The dogs even seem sort of rushed.

I went out to see the bees today. Their flight pattern is pretty direct out of the hives, straight out, I mean, so I didn't get too close. They have a long runway facing south toward the alfalfa field, and they use most of it. If you choose to get in the flight path you may have an unwelcome buzz in your hair. I chose to stay to the side.

The bees are looking really fine. There was only one varroa mite found in the test my husband did on them the other day. That's phenomenal.

Last night we had the annual Minnesota Hobby Beekeeper's summer picnic, and another beekeeper shared the woes of other bees in the area where our bees are living---out in the western end of the Twin Cities area. It seems that our healthy bees might just be unusually healthy for that area.

I'm thankful.

Honey harvest was put off until next week. Some of the frames could be more full.

Everything looked really good, though, and we are grateful.

Dresses for the weddings are ordered. They are being sewn and altered. Ties and shoes, pants, coats and vests are purchased.

It's been sort of a flurry. Fun.

My eldest son is still in Georgia, somewhere, learning of preparations via text messages. We're trying to accomplish herculean tasks for him without his input for the most part.

Margaret steadily prepares for her debut at the U. Today was a solo run downtown on the public transit system. All went well.

Our house seems to be bursting at the seams. And buzzing too.

Pressure can be a good thing.

We all must remember to breathe deeply, and let the Lord handle the minutes.

He manages our time, and that is a relief.