Fall is just so busy around here. Every year it gets like this, and I can't quite put my finger on exactly what makes it so busy as compared with February. But it really is pretty easy to see if I stop and think about it. Beautiful weather that leads us outdoors to master bicycling skills (Mason just got his training wheels taken off!), soccer games, pulling Fall honey from the hives, collecting and cleaning bee pollen, getting stocked up on soap for pre-Holiday sales, and keeping up with increasing online sales. When it gets cold, people start eating more honey! Pure comfort food- and it goes great in a cup of hot tea or coffee in the morning.
|Randle Road Sunset|
Another side story: I had been avoiding phone calls from Missoula, MT, every night - since I knew it was a call from a student at the University of Montana who was calling to ask if I could make my annual donation to the University. They always seemed to call right in the middle of dinner or when I was in the middle of an important conversation. Finally, last night, I answered it. I had already made my donation to the UM Sociology Department through the mail, so I assumed they were just calling to thank me. I know many of my peers grumble about being asked by their alma maters to donate money, but I figure- it's the least I can do for them, since they gave me free tuition as well as a monthly TA stipend to live in the most beautiful city in the world for 2 (ever so short) years. During the distracted 2 minutes it took me to have that phone conversation, Bridger was able to fill up his bowl of cheerios with lavender infused honey. The boy drained the 8 oz bottle. No need for milk, when you have honey, right Bridger? When I got off the phone and saw what he did, I started cracking up. He was eating it like it was normal- honey dripping off his spoon as he shoveled it into his mouth. I tried to explain to him that it was too much honey, but his response was just a pouty face. "Be quiet" (pronounced "kwy-dit") - he said with a grumble. He did not like me laughing at his newfound independence with the honey bottle. This is seriously about 6 full ounces of honey covering the cheerios. He didn't finish it. Even a beekeeper's son has his limits when it comes to honey.