



Simon, the Bee Professional, came this morning and took away our compost dwellers. He chatted informedly to me as he worked. Did you know that queens can live for five years? And a worker bee, in summer, might only last a month. I was a bit sad to see them go, but glad they are being relocated to a bee farm. Also glad to get my compost bin back.


On a completely different note ... some bees moved into the compost bin last Saturday. The landlord (who tries to never hire a professional to do anything, and who happened to be in our backyard working on the sprinkler system at the time) suggested we cover the bin with a large plastic bag and seal it up with tape, in the hopes that (a) the bees inside would die and (b) the others would go away.
It turns out that bees are more persistent than that. They're not going anywhere. It's time to call a professional.

Pretty cool. And delicious, according to all the ranch-eaters in the house (I am not one of them.)
I spent a few hours this afternoon making the girl a top from thrifted garments. This style suits her a good deal better than it does me! We are both mighty pleased with the result.
And this is just a gratuitous macro lens shot. Because orchids are so pretty.



Here's the output -- so far -- from my newly drafted shirt pattern. The first two are loosely based on Heather Ross's Summer Blouse, while the bottom two are refashioned men's shirts. I'm going to proceed with both styles; I have a bunch of thrift store shirts to cut down, and I've been trawling the fabric sites (and planning a trip to Michael Levine's) for suitable cloth. My mind is racing with possibilities for further modifications. Stay tuned!






I highly recommend starting the weekend this way. Put aside your to do list, and go. Your day will be better for it. At least, mine was.