From nice, warm, springlike days to sunny but windy days, to flat out blizzard conditions… oh, goody for you, Wyoming! You have your multiple personality disorder in fine form!
Holy Hurricane, Batman! The wind BLEW today! I sheltered in place… cleaning, crafting, reading, and staying out of the wind. It’s been a long time since I lived in Casper…
Totally forgot about my Q&A for this month… so, that means you have one more chance to ask a question… post them in the comment section! Ready, set, GO!
Victoria’s visit was short and she left after lunch… The boys’ morning was spent digging in a dirt pile with cousins. I tried to teach some finer points of rammed earth castle building, but I’m not sure if it sank in or not!
The past two days have been warm, although today’s wind put a chill in the air. Yesterday, I spotted one of my bees…
(How do you know it’s one of your bees? Victoria asked. Well, Megan and Brandon sell “branded beef”, I have branded honey! I smirked. Didn’t you see the little bee freeze brand???? Ya gotta be fast to brand bees! If our cows are A bar A’s, shouldn’t my bees be B bar B???? Oh, yeah, we kept at it for a bit… but I digress…)
I did go visit my Bee Barn this afternoon… all three hives had bees coming and going, which was a great sign! The thing is, I didn’t spot any dandelions or those little purple weeds, so I gave them some food, just in case their honey reserves are getting low.
I tucked their jar of food under some equipment, somewhat out of the wind, and maybe away from curious critters!
Bees can crawl under the lid and help themselves…
I wasn’t happy to see bees from Messopotamia crawling out the edge of their hive… it looks like the side board has pulled away from the frame, but I wasn’t messing with anything. I didn’t have a suit on, and those girls are Cranky Girls.
Victoria and her three boys finally managed to make it over the mountain for a visit… She’s tried since Christmas but there were always bad roads between there and here… She’s thrilled to be home!
I took her boys walkabout this morning, leaving her to work on a paper she’s writing. An hour or so later though, she’s tracked us down, relishing in the warmth of the spring sun and NO WIND. We’d stopped at our favorite shallow creek crossing, giving the boys time to find rocks and throw them in… to find some mud and make a “town” with roads and houses and a store and a splash pad!… to take a step or two into the brisk creek… to shiver with red hands as mud is rinsed from fingers again and again.
In other words, we’d stopped to let the boys be country kids.
They’re all darling… Waylon with his beat-up brown cowboy hat, crammed on his head so tight and typically scrunching his ears into origami versions of themselves… Wyatt, hatless, making random observations that few five year olds could ever imagine… Matthew, wearing Vernon’s massacred and resurrected black hat, so beat up there’s not much “cowboy” left in its description. Blue-eyed and snot nosed, he was a magnet for my camera, trucking along behind his older brothers.
Due to their photo ban, you’ll just have to imagine…
My Boy was there though… as always… making a wide path around rowdy boys, but forever faithfully watching!
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Well, this would be many children’s dream come true…
This photo is of our longtime neighbor and friend, G. He told us he drove this little buggy and pony to school and everywhere he wanted to go! He put many a mile on this thing.
I know at that age… I would have loved to have something like this, though living in town would have made it impossible!
Photo taken in approximately 1950.
Time to post more questions for the next Q&A…