We've been recreating.
Here's a little fishing tune to enjoy while you recreate with us. (Sorry if there's an ad, but what Jayne was able to do on that last post is just so time consuming!) (It was Jayne who worked the "play button" magic, not I.)
So if you're a Taj fan as I am, you know that this silly song is not only about fishing... it's a life philosophy. Listen close!
Working toward that good bait in Holmes County:
It's about a three hour trip up to Jayne's beautiful homeland.
North of Columbus, 3 a.m., I enjoyed a virtual fireworks display of lightning. About as intense as I've ever seen. Thankfully the storm was over the Canton area, 20 miles north of where I needed to drop bees.
By morning I had all the hives situated.
Two big locations, one small with only five hives. All were within easy flying distance of buckwheat.
We're going to see what happens. These are the "Buckwheat Babies."
Started from package bees in early June, we're hoping they'll make a super or two of dark rich honey.
|Ah, Holmes County. A veritable Garden of Eden.|
And now back to the fish.
Before we left for Amish Country, our bee club, Scioto Valley Beekeepers, had their annual hog roast and picnic out at the Clark's farm.
As always, fun time, lots of people, lots of beekeeping fibs and tall tales.
But our kids were more interested in fish than hog. Bob and Karen Clark graciously provided fishing poles, and, as it turned out, good bait:
Maizy on the other hand,