Much to Jayne's chagrin.
It's not like there was nothing to do on the house. But I tried to explain why I needed to be out there day and night.
It's not just a dumpy little shack, Honey! It's the foundation of a business!
More eye rolling.
Well, anyway, eventually it got done. Electric, outlets, lighting, insulation, heat, benches, cabinets, drawers, tools, saws, grinders, nuts and bolts... the works!
And decor. Very important, decor... as you saw in my last post.
Now, spring, summer, fall and even cold winter, we can turn a pile of old bee boxes...
Decor, very important.
...into a pile of old bee boxes with paint on them.
Ok, enough already. Let me show you a real shop.
I spent some time in my brother's shop this week.
The first noticeable difference: there's room to move!
Also, new tools. Good for "borrowing."
I had to do some welding. He has a welder in his shop! Also a torch. Most beekeepers don't fool with that stuff.
Everything is air-powered:
A big compressor sits in a soundproof room.
Of course he has his toys.
|And a little of his own brand of decor.|
Some farm toys just a step out the door-
So we're cramped. That's ok.
We can still awkwardly fit three separate work stations.
Henry waxes foundation, Mr. Blair builds frames.
I sip martinis and read Tolstoy. (Because it's a long day.)
Sometimes Jayne brings out the linens.
We both watch; nibble some Italian cheese with a touch of honey. Ah, so refined.
|Thanks, Whole Foods!|
So there you are.
The shop has evolved over the years. The work has evolved.
But I still contend, a good shop is the base of a successful career.
Whatever the career may be.
Or even animal husbandry: