Even though things are a bit crazy in most of our lives right now, I have kept one eye on my blog and all of the hooplah that has been in this realm. People are always surprising me, and the way this community kicked a bad situation to the curb with creativity and ingenuity was just something to behold. After quite a bit of reading and perusing, I got the gist of the situation, and made the decision to follow my community over here to the Hive.
Anyway. As you can see, my avatar cover image are gone, I tried rehosting the picture elsewhere, to no avail, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. Or, if not, my section of the honeycomb can be minimalist for a bit. No worries. With the pandemic wreaking havoc across the globe, I am strangely not worried about minutia right now.
Today was a bit surreal as I got to work doing the normal work that I do on the farm this time of year. Around a decade ago my husband built me a greenhouse out of materials salvaged from a house we tore down on the farm. I love my Sprout Shack, it's patchworkness is super groovy, and the fact that it literally cost me $0 is super sexy. However, the glass that we used on the roof has taken a beating over the years, some record winters, windstorms, children with rocks, you know, stuff like that, so today we installed actually poly-carbonate greenhouse roofing on the greenhouse.
It being a normal GK task, everything was a bit more colorful. Early in the day I went and retrieved one of the kid's friends, a solitary homeschooler with a penchant for history. He calls me the Commissar, and I, like all benevolent dictators, do so love titles of authority designed to inflate my ego. Before the day was over I had eight foot plastic streamers that were originally supposed to be used as separators between the roofing sheets tucked into my ponytail and was directing my teenage work crew like a petrochemical Rapunzel.
For as I had a teenage work crew, shenanigans did ensue. My son lifted my daughter and their friend up in the tractor bucket with sheets of roofing for application. It was then that he was seized with a complete knowledge of absolute power, and like all thirteen year old boys, tested his mettle a bit. He thought it was great fun to let the two in the bucket know that their lives were in his hands. Amateur hour, parents are aware of that knowledge all the time.
Then the two stable geniuses in the bucket decided to bash each other and and chase the dogs around with the new roofing while waiting to hand it up to the installer. I suppose their antics helped passed the time with more mirth. The Schwan's man drove up to this scene: me stalking around directing things with plastic streamers flowing eight feet behind me in the wind, the two older teens playing whack a mole on each other with the roofing, and my son eyeing his father maniacally while holding him aloft in the tractor bucket like a peach waiting to be thrown in a box or something. What a festival of fools!
However, we got the job done in record time, and tomorrow I will be filling my boxes in the greenhouse with cold weather greens. I mean, I do this stuff every year, but this year with all that is happening it seems especially important to be even more self-sufficient. So, I am planting extra greens to feed others besides ourselves, and while I try to get all my spring ducks in a row I will try to participate as a right and proper Hivezen or whatever it is that we are going to call ourselves in this realm. Don't you worry, this bee will stay busy, in this Hive and in hers!
And in closing, thank you all again for all the hard work you did with this initiative. You are appreciated!!
