Tag Archives: Kathy Harp

The Chair

Originally posted on Slightly Off the Grid:
When  parents down-size and elderly relatives pass away, stuff gets scattered and settles into the homes of different family members.  Pretty much every room in my house contains something that originally came from someone else’s…

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Plodding and stomping towards spring

The clocks are set forward and my sleep schedule is skewed. The delight of coming home to hours of sunlight will not have me springing forward into my day. I will be staying up too late for the next week … Continue reading

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March Mudness

Unless you’re into basketball, is there anything to like about March? St. Patrick’s Day, perhaps. You have to wonder, though, if St. Patrick’s day was really originally in March or if the Irish just wanted to bless us all with … Continue reading

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Up to our ears in wax

Originally posted on Slightly Off the Grid:
Beeswax.  We’re up to our ears in beeswax. (I’m so tempted to recount an earwax story my sister told me about a certain niece’s boyfriend, but I’ll behave myself.  Family members have here enough…

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Hey, Murphy – pass the hydraulic fluid

Q: What does one do the Sunday between football play-offs and the Super Bowl? A: The things that didn’t get done while lolling on the sofa quaffing beers every Sunday since August. One could watch TV–there’s a Barry Manilow themed … Continue reading

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BSI: Bee Scene Investigator

(Note and disclaimer: The following post might actually contain factual information relevant to beekeepers.) All the bees are dead and I want to know why. I want to autopsy the bees. Technically, since they are not human beings, I want … Continue reading

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Hundreds dead in Hereford

The bees are dead. All of them. John is distressed. In the fall, he loaded each hive with fondant (bee candy made from sugar-water) for them to eat. He insulated their hives. They should have been warm and cozy with … Continue reading

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I’m no longer Santa

I’m not Santa.  I have played his representative at this household for …um…thirty years, but I suddenly find that my term is over.  All my girls have their own little ones and, hence, have assumed the role of Santa for … Continue reading

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Oysters on the half shell, oyster stew and… oyster beer?

Indian Summer has finally given way to crisp chill of oyster weather.  It’s November, the third month from September through April containing an “R,” and we are well into oyster season, but it took a monster late season hurricane/nor’easter/winter weather … Continue reading

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A Perfect Maywood Day

On a clear crisp October day,  where better to be than at Maywood, with a kaleidoscope of leaves floating earthward?  And what better things to do than sawmill and introduce a new family to the wonders of beekeeping? Top it … Continue reading

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