Sorry, beekeepers. No shots of beautiful almond orchards or fat bees here. Just baby beekeepers, as the rain kept me and my camera out of the orchards this week.
But how lucky we are, as commercial beekeepers, to be working in a cycle wherein it is profitable to send our bees to California, profitable enough that our entire family can gather together a few times over the course of the almond pollination-shaking-splitting-requeening season.
It hasn’t always been this way. It probably won’t always be this way. This is agriculture, after all.
But for now, Honeydew and I are very grateful that he was able to come home to Montana for a little while, after he got the bees into the almond orchards north of Sacramento, and that I was able to bring our family to California for a little while, right before he took them out.
Of course, Mother Nature don’t cotton to no Google calendar, and we didn’t see much of Honeydew at the end of our trip, as he was busy hauling bees out of very muddy (thank you, Mother Nature, for the much needed California rain) almond orchards. But we recognize just how lucky we are. And while Daddy was busy with those bees, the sun came out, and the tiny tots and I fell back in love with Redding, California.
On a clear day, Mts. Shasta and Lassen mesmerize, and the Sacramento River Trail beckons a woman with an enormous double stroller who’s been cooped up in Winter Wonderland. Today alone, I pushed that stroller nearly ten miles, stopping at various parks to swing and slide and monkey bar;
detouring into downtown Redding for Cool Cucumber frozen yogurt;
picnicking on the banks of the Sacramento and throwing rocks into “Lake Redding;”
gawking at skateboarders (Maggie: “What is that, Mama?” “That’s a skateboarder, Maggie Rose.” “I want to be one.”); feeding parrots at Turtle Bay (for at least fifteen minutes, Mama-with-parrots-perched-on-her-arms was every bit as cool as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny);
counting turtles on a log near the Sacramento River; rolling a ball to Brother at yet another park;
and watching both dissolve into tears when, after six hours, I announced it was time to go home.
California, Montana stole my heart when I was nine, and it’s not mine to give away. But you’re an awfully torrid affair this time of the year.
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