Right. World events being as they are, I’m going to ignore that which I have no hope of understanding. Specifically the situation regarding Ukraine and Russia, or why Justin Trudeau is such a tw*t. Although I have an inkling of what cunning old Vlad is up to and am preparing accordingly.
Trudeau on the other hand authorises brute force on peaceful protesters in Ottawa, then has the nerve to stand up and spout some formulaic crap about ‘standing up for human rights in the Ukraine’. If I was the Ukrainians I wouldn’t be expecting any help from Canada. Apart from a deployment of the pronoun police waving their rainbow banners.
Anyway. Today I am close to finishing my mobile work bench and will soon start the process of Hive building. Now there’s a whole range of differing hive designs, from the National and Langstroth to the Warre and Long designs, all of which I’m going to build at least one of each by the end of March when the bees arrive.
The Bees are the nexus, the pivot around which everything else revolves. I have wildflower seeds to sow in mid-March (One days work), trees to order (four days) and a hundred and forty plus board feet of eight and a half inch by five eighths plank. Which will build me quite a lot of hives, so I need to build jigs for all the parts and maybe buy some more water resistant wood glue and a shedload of30mm panel pins.
This is what this Sunday is about. Plotting and planning. We know what building works we need have to have done and what sort of time frame and budget we have. So the decisions made, I’m handing off the day to day management of builders to Mrs S while I do the more physical stuff. It’s going to be a busy Spring and Summer.
In the meantime we’re taking a short time out to have a nice lunch before we pull the trigger on the building works and put our heads down. “Don’t forget the new farmyard gate or the raised vegetable beds.” Says Mrs S. Heavy sigh. Sunday, Sunday. What the hell.