ROLLING INTO JUNE! As difficult as it is to believe, here we find ourselves rolling right into the halfway mark of this year – can that even be possible? This month is revealing all varieties of Mother Nature’s [...]
May on the mountain is simply exquisite – perhaps the month of May at its zenith! - so we want to give you a fun glimpse of what’s waiting for you, starting with our first spotting of a new hummingbird nest in one of our pear trees.
Recently the majority of the Hungarian voting populace just did exactly that! By an overwhelming majority, the former authoritarian prime minister/DICTATOR of Hungary was voted out-of-office as the Hungarian peoples’ voice clearly stated It’s Wrong!
Mother Nature always wins out on Her terms and never more evident than with our hit-and-miss success or lack thereof with our passionflower vines and our attempts to transplant wild penstemon. This season in the mural patio the passionflower blossoms RULE.
Our two new bee baby colonies under the auspicious leaderships of Queen Stella and Queen Vanessa appear to be busy foraging, building stores and coming and going to beat the band with bulky pollen panties. A great portend for their healthy survival, for a great honey production, and hopefully ‘robbery’ of some exquisite honey later this year – fingers crossed.
You may remember that the 3 honeybee colonies we received last year with such hopeful promise were all lost to us – one colony abruptly swarmed and left while the other two perished over the winter . . . ‘bee-grettably’ beekeepers across the country, and likely the world, are reporting this as an all-too-frequent occurrence.
Over the years you have heard me say (repeat) many things like, “My home chose me.” “I intend that my home continues magically along LONG after I’m gone.” “No one will ever sell this home. The next right person will see her and be as enamored as I was.” “I take the stewardship of my home, property, guests, and business very much to heart!”
A few months ago, we received a cold call from a woman inquiring about the Ukrainian flag that has been flying from our front porch since the wretched mess in the Ukraine began going on 4years ago. I explained that while I am Hungarian rather than Ukrainian I felt a Slavic kinship and more importantly, I believe that Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong.
What more could there be you ask? How about sweet peas, daffies & narcissus regaling the dining room, volunteer kale, peppers, The Youngster as always 4-6 weeks ahead of the Grand Old Gramma, and a breakfast offering of a homemade deep dish chicken potpie . . .
Will wonders never cease? Well, I certainly hope not! A once-in-MY-lifetime opportunity presented itself recently when we were picking up our weekly goat cheese and yoghurt/sour cream order from our friends Camille and Brian who own a ranchette down in Clarkdale.
