I've finished my course of anti-biotics, but am still feeling really lousy. I woke up feeling rotten, but dragged myself to a class on backyard beekeeping, because we had already paid for it.
The class was being taught at an honest-to-goodness bio-diesel filling station, which I had never had reason to visit before. (Diesel cars are hard to come by in the Bay Area, because lots and lots of people want to run their cars on used vegetable oil. We looked for a diesel wagon when Robb got his most recent car, but couldn't afford anything that was young enough to have airbags. A clunker with no airbags was a deal-killer, even if we could run it on used french fry grease.)
I've dreamt of keeping bees, since Robb and I visited a beekeeping supply place in Greenwich New York a number of years ago. Being an apartment dweller, and someone who moves around a lot for work kept the idea of beekeeping in the realm of fantasy. But as soon as we started looking to buy a house, I started dreaming about backyard hives again.
The class was fascinating, and very empowering. I'm hoping to order some bees this fall, and get all my materials together over the winter, so that I can start keeping bees in the spring.
And just in case blog readers aren't totally convinced that I've gone completely insane now that I have a garden of my own, I should mention that I made my second trip in two days to a pet store and rabbit rescue place that gives out free bags of used rabbit bedding. I'm hoping that all that rabbit waste really gets my compost cooking!