Mud Poultices

After a full season of beelessness, this evening we housed a nucleus in our chicken-loud glade. And I got stung thrice on the head for my trouble. I remember my first ever sting when I was about five and by way of a remedy my mother pressed a spoonful of mud on it - a sort of poultice to draw the poison out. Unfortunately I didn't remember until a long while after I was set upon - too late to find out whether it's effectiveness wasn't largely dependent upon the presence of mother.

"Restore the Honour of the Cucumber!"

"We need to restore the honour of the cucumber."
Spanish delegate Fransisco Sosa Wagner to the the EU Parliament

Blue Pod Capucijners

Q departed Thursday, and just now the peas that I had hoped we would be eating during her stay are beginning to form. It rained today!

Tonight @ The Horse Hospital

We rescued one (stag beetle) from the water butt Tuesday.