So I just found out I get my package of honey bees on Sunday. I went into a fit of panic, I'll admit. For one thing, I'm not ready. I thought I had another month. For another thing I'm so tired I can't see straight most of the time. The new baby has been sick non-stop, doesn't sleep well, and then the 2 year old got sick and I got sick and the rest of life insists on continuing of course...my brain is melting and for the first REAL time in my life I am not able to juggle it all. I am dropping the ball on a number of things and it's of course things for myself. Rehabbing my knee isn't going so well, there's just no time. I have put off the other knee surgery because, well, I just don't have time to recover!
I'm complaining a lot. I just want to slow down and enjoy my bees, the triplets my best Nubian gave birth to today, and the 3 wild babies born in the past months that I haven't had time to tame.
I know this is just a perido of time that will end. That's good, because I haven't ridden my horses in 2 years and I haven't even read a whole book in awhile. I'm getting old, and I do believe this will be my last foster baby. I'm going to retire after this little sweet one. I have to say though, it's worth it. He's sweet and a little sugar bug! I adore him, and so do we all.
Hopefully Sunday afternoon I'll get my package of bees installed in the hive okay. I haven't the veil or gloves, let a lone a bee suit, so it will take some courage. sigh. I'm half scared and half excited.
I'll post pictures when I get a chance!