yes, we are still married
It is our anniversary. Nine years ago she and I promised to love honor, aid, and abet, as long as we both wanted to. And we said it in front of family, friends, and a duly authorized person in beautiful Vancouver, Canada. The duly authorized person was nicknamed the Big Mitten for no reason but her last name and that the fab GF does stuff like that. It was a beautiful summer day, very hot. Earlier that afternoon the fab GF had run down the street to fetch me an ice cream sandwich from an ice cream truck that was jingling-jangling by the way they do, with that demented music and a trail of bike-riding kids.
Then we ate ice cream sandwiches and looked at the front garden of the B&B hosting our wedding, still in our jammies.
That may have been the best day ever. I can't say for sure because there are still days ahead and I never really know what new joy or struggle will appear. But that one was a mighty good day.
I think we're going to the homebrew store here in town to celebrate. I am going to make cider again, only I don't know if I'll do it the way I did before or try a bit mroe formal approach. I have an idea for a beverage fermented from blackberry and honey that could be quite nice. The berries grow everywhere. The honey we'll get from our hives.
Yes, we're keeping bees again. The fab GF is keeping the bees---I am the helper monkey. But I made some honey supers and Imirie shims, so I am a useful helper monkey and not a poo-flinging helper monkey. So far I've been stung once and the resulting bump was as large as my hand and itched really bad, but I'm all better. Oh, and I rescued the queen bee from the Rocky colony when she escaped. If queens escape when they're being added to a hive, the colony dies. This queen decided to fly away, but the next day, I saw some bees in a little ball cluster. When I shooed them away, I saw the queen----you can tell a queen because her body is longer than a worker bee's and thinner than a drone's. Also, she is marked, so she has a reddish pink dot on her back. Anyway, I got her on a twig and back in the supers. She's been doing very well. I named her Queen BB.
There are a lot of bees in the two colonies we have. A lot. The colonies are named Rocky and Bullwinkle, so the fab GF wants to call any honey we get Squirrel Jam. I want to use our traditional brand name: Chateau Marmoset. We'll see what happens.
Honey flow has recently started and already you can smell the nectar in the hives from twenty feet away. I don't have pictures because the digital camera crapped out, but perhaps we'll get them soon. Maybe not. We wear gloves when working the hives and the gloves are already covered with nectar and honey and pollen, and I don't really want to get that stuff all over any electronics. But this no tragedy and I have options, so if I can work out how to do it without getting everything sticky or anyone (namely me) stung, then so be it.
Get it? So "bee" it. Ha. Bet that pun stings. Haha. Yep, I still got it.
Anyway, the world remains a mess but we are alive and together. There are blooms and bees, and a few months ago there was an eagle sitting on a fence post, right by the side of the road. And nine years ago We each said to the other, "I choose you."
It was as sweet as honey.