I realize it’s been quite some time since I have posted anything, but I have (what I think is) a good excuse. I’ve been busy living life (instead of posting about it). Ben and I moved to our new house that he’s been working on for the past five years (yay!), I’ve been working a lot of help pay for construction of said house, I launched a new music venture with two of my best friends and music colleagues, and Ben and I squeezed in a lovely vacation to Colorado. The work has been (mostly) fulfilling, but needless to say, it’s left little time to do other things, like write blog posts.
But recently, I’ve been on a bee kick. You’ve heard they’re in a bad way, right? No? Well, there’s this thing called colony collapse disorder, and the super smart science people aren’t certain what causes it, but they think that nasty pesticides have something to do with it (in addition to a number of other factors.)
Ben and I have casually kicked around the idea of keeping bees, but we’re not ready for that commitment, so when my good friend, Chris, came to visit us shortly after we moved into the new house and told us about how we could build our own native bee box, which wouldn’t require much extra work besides building the thing and putting it outside, I got really excited. Yes, yes, I realize that it’s honey bees (and they are non-native to the U.S.) that are affected by colony collapse disorder, but I figured it can’t hurt to help the bee population in general, right?
But seeing as how we just moved and had more pressing things to do (um, yes, I DID need to make sure my linen closet was properly organized RIGHT AWAY), I shelved the bee box idea for the time being.