Thought that I’d update a few of the previous posts.
Bee My Honey
Today I found someone to move my pot of bees. He carried them in the pot covered by a book over to the creek. I’m still unsure which yellow and black striped, venomous, flying insect they were–I tried to not get to close to find out. The one I saw flying around looking for its missing home looked like a bee.
The thing is, although it’s nice for them to visit, I just don’t want them to live in my garden.
Pitch In
My friend and fellow gardener, Jim, at first questioned my having a digging fork. Over the past two years he’s been borrowing it. After the handle broke he took it to find a new handle, but instead got a new digging fork which he owns, but it’s residing in my garden.
Peony For Your Thoughts
Of the five buds I got one bloom. The others were just ready to open when the big storm hit last weekend and the rotted. Although disappointed, I had more than last year and look forward to seeing what comes up next year.
In the Henhouse
Boy did I get things wrong–I’m totally in the doghouse over this. I should have checked with my aunt before writing.
- The poultry market was on Market St. near 13th.
- The Goodwin Rescue Mission was on G St. It was a building that my grandfather bought from a madam and it served as a flop house prior to his donating it to the rescue mission. It was torn down during the revitalization near Petco Park. The thing is I knew this.
- According to my aunt, the family got out of the chicken business when her husband, my father’s older brother, went to All Fresh Eggs and Restaurant Supply. This is different from what my father always told us, but Robbie was the last of the boys to work for my grandparents.
- I don’t think that my grandparent’s farm ran all the way to Redwood. I think that it may have ended near Oak Park Elementary.
