Sunday, May 25, 2014
Daniel mowed in the beeyard. A minor miracle, the tractor battery, which we think is 7 years old, lived through the winter!
The beeman was here this week, working on the hives. I usually know he's here by a faint whiff of
cedar and sumac buds smudging in his smoker. He broke off a tiny chunk of honey comb so I could taste it. He said it was pure dandelion honey. It's too bad we don't get to eat that, he said, but it's the first honey, and they feed it all to the babies.
The dandelion shadows are on cyanotype paper, developing in the creek, in the last picture. I have been stuck weaving tape measures, or tapes without measure, on the small loom with some leftover warp that I was just about to ball up and throw away. The tapes will not be very useful for measuring the usual kinds of things. They're more conceptual. Though, I have put marks on them for measurable things; my own waist, the cat's long tail, and just now a dandelion head.