The almond tree in the back yard is always the first to blossom, full of blooms and bees it positively vibrates at this time of year. I get my honey from an old man who lives at the end of my street and I wonder if these bees are from his hives? Will our next bucket o' honey have a hint of almond from our own tree? A nice thought.
You may have noticed the lack of posting recently. It turns out puppies, toddlers and creepy crawly babies are a lot of work (go figure) and there doesn't seem to be a lot of time at the moment for making things or finding things of even wasting a moment or two reading blogs or magazines with a cup of tea. My world is all about keeping the levy banks from breaking, one sand bag at a time (that levy I might add is holding back a reservoir of pee). But like all things, this too shall pass and I am armed, mop at the ready until then.
On a lighter note, it's HARD RUBBISH time in my hood, whoo hoo! I wonder what treasures the natives will be offering up this year?