Very exited about my pumpkin explosion.
Loads of them
My next two beds are ready to be filled, and I look forward to a bumper crop
of this furry type of ginger flavoured pumpkin that seems to grow wild in these parts.
All overseen by the watchful sentinel on top of the washing line
And then there’s this honey.
This is great honey, super honey, super-great honey with PERSONALITY. I only managed to get two bottles, due to the unfortunate fact that my Afrikaans is still slightly rusty. When the proprietor of the bee farm came to my house with his stocks, I mixed up two words heuning (honey) and heining (fence). Since I’ve organised someone to do my fence, I sent him on his way with thanks and only realised my mistake the next day. Sucks to be me.
I’m thinking of getting my own bee box and pulling out the “Beekeeping for dummies” manuals. I shall consult the manuals first before subjecting the bees to my tenderly ignorant ministrations. It’s the least I can do.