Sorry I’ve been silent for a few days. We were out of town all weekend, visiting family in Illinois. Our nephew, Brace, was graduating from high school. Here are a few highlights from the trip:
Brace shakes hands with the superintendent after picking up his diploma.
Riggy’s new friend Buster, farm dog extraordinaire, finds a comfortable bed. I imagine he needed the rest after dashing madly around the farm with Rig, who obviously adored him.
This looks like something I would put in my yard if I thought I could get away with it.
On the way back, we stopped at Sullivan Pottery, where I bought five — count ‘em, FIVE — lawn gnomes in various poses. After serious consideration, I have decided to paint one to look like a refugee from Woodstock. The other four will be painted to resemble the Kiss Army. (Don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t want lawn gnomes in your garden if they were wearing Ace Frehley’s makeup. You know you love it.)
In unrelated news, we went out to Living Kitchen this evening to check a couple of hives. While we were inspecting the Italians — which, incidentally, look much more vigorous than the colony we’ve got here at the house — we saw a young worker bee emerging from her cell. I’ve seen honeybee larvae, and I’ve seen adults, but the only time I’ve seen the transition was on a video about bees. This was the first time I’d witnessed it in real life. The youngster had chewed through the cap on the cell, so you could see her little face peeking out, but after she worked a leg free, she got tired and had to rest until a nurse bee came and fed her some honey to give her an energy boost. She sat there quietly for a minute or so and then pulled herself free. It was really cute. I didn’t have my camera handy, so I didn’t get any pictures, but it was fun to watch, anyhow.