So, busy week, you guys. Last week I spent most of the week writing an appeal. This week, I'm spending most of the week writing an appeal. Next week: nothing! Well, I have a hearing. And it's our anniversary. Three whole years and Joel is still putting up with me. And they said it couldn't be done. By "they" I mean my family. Have I told you how they thank Joel for taking me off their hands? Literally, they THANK HIM for marrying me. As well they should. I'm horrible to live with.
Now that it's starting to move towards Spring (thank all that is holy) I am starting to think about our yard. We don't really have a front yard. It's a couple of big flowerbeds and I, having never owned a house or yard or flowerbed, have no idea how to care for it. The people who owned our house before we did were gardeners and we... well, we are not. No, that's not exactly true. I am not. I want to be, but I have been known to kill cacti before. These plants that can live in the unforgiving heat of the desert will be killed by my complete ineptitude at caring for plants.
Joel, however, has had gardens and flowers and all of that before. His family is very interested in flowers and plants and the Earth and shit. Last year we had a pretty cool garden. We had tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, yellow squash, and some cantaloupes (which I grew on a trellis and which were also AWESOME). This year we're going to have tomatoes (of course), garlic, peas, cucumbers, acorn squash, onions, and, perhaps, BEES!
Joel has been talking about getting a beehive and raising bees since last summer after we visited his brother in Portland. Honestly, I wasn't too sure about how I felt about it, but I love me some honey, so I'm willing to do it. Apparently, it's expensive, but there are some companies that will allow you to keep their beehive on your property and then you get to have all of the benefits of bees without the hassle of having all of that delicious honey. Imagine that!
Any concerns about raising bees? I know I got stung on the forehead once and I swelled up like the Elephant Man, but everything I'm hearing is that bees are our friends and if the bees die, WE ALL DIE. So, really, we'd just be doing our part to save the planet. I mean, we don't really recycle, so we have to do something, right? What say you, internets? Should we raise some baby bees? Or should we just let the entire Earth turn into a giant desert, devoid of flowers? Either way, I'm bound to kill whatever grows, so I'm good.