Today the bees also arrived. They were stuck in Portland, at the airport for a few days. Someone, I think, took good care of them. I put on my hat and gloves and climbed up on a snow berm and watched Pete release two batches of bees into their respective hives. These bees, Italians, were all business. A few years back, Pete released them and the ones that took to the cold air dropped to the ground.
I have named the two hives. My hive is named Hive Alive. And Pete’s hive is named Bee-lieve. I feel more of a sense of affinity with these two batches of bees because it took them so long to get here and this had to be hard on them. This year, I am going to pay close attention to them and their care. Pete managed to get a 50-pound bag of sugar from the grocery store today – a relief since this is one of the items that local stores have not had in stock for some time. Bees gotta eat something or else they will starve.
I worked on Forks and then got my sorry ass outside and went for a bicycle ride, to the end of Buffalo Mine Road. I think altogether it’s about a 12-mile ride, there and back. Yesterday, Pete did this ride. I waited until 4 p.m. before I set out. This was a big mistake because the dirt road surface was packed ice slush. I kept hitting these slush pockets on the way up and stalling out. I did go to the end of the road because I knew that when I got home that Pete would ask me how far I went. I did not want to say three quarters of the way.
The ride home was fairly fast – I was able to push my way through the slush pockets. I am kicking myself now because I wish that I’d been riding all winter. Well, if it had been warmer, I might have. Milder temperatures in such instances are a real motivator.
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