Natasha let slip the other day, as we were heading back down the sublime, very English ‘London Ridge’, high above the Kaslo mountain pass, that it was only seven weeks to go till Marathon Day. Gulp. This is getting serious, I thought. My running is going well, and I am feeling strong. Will I make sub 3.30 in Victoria? We will find out, but whatever the result, that’s it for me and marathons. Natasha is hanging on in with her training, and is suitably determined to do as well as she can.
The bees have pulled out all the stops and produced healthy colonies and a whack load of ‘Seriously Valhalla’ honey. But alas, the curse of my original purchase of second hand bee equipment two years back has come back to haunt me. American Foul Brood has not gone away. Tears welled at the thought of having to go through the pain (again) of burning my bees and a complete start-over. But on reflection, I was advised to keep the bees and ditch the hardware (AFB affects bee brood and housed deep in the bee cells, so the bee itself is clean – but the colony cannot reproduce). This is serious and I need to get shot of it. However, Natasha was a star at a recent New Denver Friday market, making over $600 in honey sales. I, alas, was working so could not join in the fun. Farmgate sales are seriously fun, and at last I can start to compete with Spanish Pete in stories of local people and travelers who swing by. The folk range from ‘Oh, that is simply far too expensive – we are rather price-sensitive here’ (reply - if you want cheap honey, go to the supermarket) to ‘Excellent. I’ll take the lot!’. A new bee deck at the bottom of the garden is in the process of being constructed, which will make way for the new picnic bench and fire pit.
The vegetable garden has progressed from being lame to productive, thanks to Natasha’s attention. Garlic, runner beans, chard and potatoes, with raspberries for next year. Apple and pear trees have been ordered for the spring.
Hiking over the summer has been superb fun. The crown was definitely New Denver Glacier, the big downer being the welcoming and hungry mosquitoes. The two nights planned were changed to one, four of us crammed into a two man tent. We also managed to get away for a few days on a local holiday outing, dubbed ‘the Kootenay ‘Cation’. One certainly does not have to travel far here to be immersed in seriously world class landscape. Best of all, few mosquitoes. The highlight was waking up after a storm, to witness snow covered peaks. In August!! I braved the cool lake waters (I don’t do cold water swimming) on a few occasions, and was even relaxed enough to indulge in a book.
Part of India lines our kit room and entrance hall now in the form of slate. It looks lovely and a joy to get part of the house back in to some form of order. I keep putting off the dining room and kitchen, as I want to put up a covered area over our rear deck. Far more fun, and way less serious… using local wood too which involves a donation to the local Eco Group.
The Bed & Breakfast has been a rip-roaring success. Such a wide variety of people turn up, the last couple being honeymooning newly-weds. So, the combined income from honey and guests has been welcomed for sure. We worked hard for it, but worth every penny. I’m starting full time work in September which will be blessing, doing yard work with a friend in New Denver. I have always left my lawns well alone, cutting only when essential. However, there is a certain pride in producing straight cut lines on a nice lawn. New skills to learn for sure – always a good thing. Trying to run a home based business and hold down a job will be tough, though, and the dogs will not enjoy it one bit. In the long run, I’ll like to work three days on yard duties, but I’m hardly in a position to negotiate right now! Anything to keep me out of the classroom….
So, the summer rolls on. Natasha is trying to defer the start of her term next week, but we have the Victoria marathon weekend to look forward to and we are aiming to have another camping trip during the first week in September, ‘Labour weekend’. But it will be an outing with a difference, as we have decided to retire The Pink Slug (the camper). It causes too much stress as its falling apart! It has served us well. Whatever next? A caravan? Now, that is serious.
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