It's spring here in the Northwest, which means two things-- indecisive weather that would make a bipolar's mood swings look tame (and I should know, my mother is both bipolar 1, mixed episodes, most recent episode mania AND a borderline personality) and, welllllllllll, everything is blooming.
My allergies are outta control, my own generalized anxiety disorder (with panic attacks, when anxiety is out of control), along with my PTSD, are a bit more heightened due to events in my distant and not-so-distant past. Naturally, dealing with all that I am: a bipolar mother who also has borderline personality disorder, a bipolar, abusive soon to be ex husband, the loss of friends, the making of other friends, and other beginnings and endings, is enough to make a lot of people attack me for my choices. To them, and to those who have judged me harshly without knowing me, my situation, or anything, I say FUCK OFF. I don't need you, I don't want you, and if you're just going to attempt to use me for your own gratification and will not honor your spouse (here's looking at two friends, they know who they are), A VERY BIG FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE is in order.
Spring in the Pacific Northwest IS quite beautiful. Everything is blooming, and when my allergies are properly controlled (and it DOES TAKE about four medications to do so!), I really enjoy being outside. Even in the spring rain.
And then... there's the literal swarm of bees at my family's secondary house (which was purchased as a direct consequence/result of my Mom's bipolar disorder). PROBABLY Italian honeybees, although to me, they look "large" for that type. These little ladies are all a good inch long. They're gentle, docile bees, even while swarming. We don't know whose yard these escaped from, just that they did and made their home in our rhododendron bush. There's a hive in place for tomorrow, when we have them "smoked" into docile complicity, or possibly, tonight. I'm not sure, apparently it doesn't concern me one iota even though I'd told my Dad about the bees WEEKS AGO. I am a bit off put, because this is a VERY NICE hive of bees, an excellent nuc (short for "nucleus", e.g., the foundation of a hive, the bees and all that's in it), and SOMEBODY is getting them for free (hopefully they're associated with the WSU Extension Office). When I've been DREAMING of having bees again for YEARS. I remember the art of beekeeping (AND YES, it is an ART!) FONDLY from my childhood. Of having to deal with another swarm of bees, and being somewhat scared of the bees myself, since the wasps tended to try to take over the colonies over winters. Dad usually kept Italian bees, except for a few years where he'd have hybrid colonies (Carniolan queen, Italian nuc; Italian queen, Carniolan nuc) in order to help control swarms. ALL (semi) domesticated honeybees DO swarm, no matter the type or tendency. Bee Swarm Video (My Personal Facebook).
Yes, I garden, as well. My most recent effort is an herb garden, surrounding a hybrid tea rose. What can I say? I'm Dutch, I like my dirt. My people on mijn Vader's familie, well, they reclaimed land from the sea. LITERALLY BY BURNING IT.
My allergies are outta control, my own generalized anxiety disorder (with panic attacks, when anxiety is out of control), along with my PTSD, are a bit more heightened due to events in my distant and not-so-distant past. Naturally, dealing with all that I am: a bipolar mother who also has borderline personality disorder, a bipolar, abusive soon to be ex husband, the loss of friends, the making of other friends, and other beginnings and endings, is enough to make a lot of people attack me for my choices. To them, and to those who have judged me harshly without knowing me, my situation, or anything, I say FUCK OFF. I don't need you, I don't want you, and if you're just going to attempt to use me for your own gratification and will not honor your spouse (here's looking at two friends, they know who they are), A VERY BIG FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE is in order.
Spring in the Pacific Northwest IS quite beautiful. Everything is blooming, and when my allergies are properly controlled (and it DOES TAKE about four medications to do so!), I really enjoy being outside. Even in the spring rain.
And then... there's the literal swarm of bees at my family's secondary house (which was purchased as a direct consequence/result of my Mom's bipolar disorder). PROBABLY Italian honeybees, although to me, they look "large" for that type. These little ladies are all a good inch long. They're gentle, docile bees, even while swarming. We don't know whose yard these escaped from, just that they did and made their home in our rhododendron bush. There's a hive in place for tomorrow, when we have them "smoked" into docile complicity, or possibly, tonight. I'm not sure, apparently it doesn't concern me one iota even though I'd told my Dad about the bees WEEKS AGO. I am a bit off put, because this is a VERY NICE hive of bees, an excellent nuc (short for "nucleus", e.g., the foundation of a hive, the bees and all that's in it), and SOMEBODY is getting them for free (hopefully they're associated with the WSU Extension Office). When I've been DREAMING of having bees again for YEARS. I remember the art of beekeeping (AND YES, it is an ART!) FONDLY from my childhood. Of having to deal with another swarm of bees, and being somewhat scared of the bees myself, since the wasps tended to try to take over the colonies over winters. Dad usually kept Italian bees, except for a few years where he'd have hybrid colonies (Carniolan queen, Italian nuc; Italian queen, Carniolan nuc) in order to help control swarms. ALL (semi) domesticated honeybees DO swarm, no matter the type or tendency. Bee Swarm Video (My Personal Facebook).
Yes, I garden, as well. My most recent effort is an herb garden, surrounding a hybrid tea rose. What can I say? I'm Dutch, I like my dirt. My people on mijn Vader's familie, well, they reclaimed land from the sea. LITERALLY BY BURNING IT.
Italian bees, night (7:40 pm, PDT)
My herb garden, part 1. Does not include all plants. See below.
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