Gardening for the Stout of Heart
I had planned on spending some time in the garden this morning, but internet duties kept me inside until the weather was less-than-hospitable. But I trudged out to at least put a small dent in reclaiming the garden from the weeds, vines and third-generation zinnias which were sinking their roots deeper and deeper into my soil, only to find that my biggest obstacle was a swarm of busy insects. Yes, honeybees were everywhere - busy working the buds on a couple of vines that have sprouted up and developed quite a territory all over my garden fencing. Well. It was clear that the best use of my time today in the hot sun would be cutting the trunks of those vines, allowing them to wilt in the heat, and coming back tomorrow after the bees have moved on to choicer fruit.
I think tomorrow morning before church I will give the garden a good watering, and then in the afternoon I'll come back and yank down the vines that will surely have loosened their grip on the fence. It will be a lot easier to see what I'm doing when I can get rid of that stuff. And hopefully, the watering will make it easier to lift the weeds up out of the soil. We have not walked on that soil very much so it should still be fairly loose. This neglected garden doesn't need a tending so much as it needs a healthy bit of demolition, and I can't do that with all these bees around.
Now, don't get me wrong - I love bees. Bees are vital to gardening, and usually I don't bother them if I can help it. We live together in harmony. In fact, we're talking to a shareholder about putting a hive or two up in the north pasture for honey, and to aid anyone around here in the pollination of their crops.
But there's a time and place for everything, and for the time being, these bees need to move on. When we get the dye plants in, they can come back and have at it, with my blessing.