A dead bee and living spider in a white calla lily in my garden.
Μια νεκρή μέλισσα και μια ζωντανή αράχνη σε έναν λευκό κρίνο στον κήπο μου.
“Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”
“Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life. ”
Happy 1st of the month! Καλό μήνα!
I’ve been so busy with the garden in the past month. I’m made a lot of beautiful changes. However, it took up so much of my time. And, it’s getting hotter and hotter here and I hate that because it’s harder for me to focus on creative projects. I hope to stop lagging soon and get back at it.
Today would have been my mother’s 73rd birthday. She passed away last October from a very aggressive form of cancer. I wish that she could be here to see the changes that I have made, I think she would have approved. Maybe she has seen the changes? You never know 🙂
Ήμουν πολύ απασχολημένη με τον κήπο τον περασμένο μήνα. Έχω κάνει πολλές όμορφες αλλαγές. Ωστόσο, πήρε πολύ μεγάλο μέρος από το χρόνο μου. Επίσης, ο καιρός γίνεται πιο ζεστός εδώ και μισώ αυτό γιατί είναι πιο δύσκολο για μένα να επικεντρωθώ σε δημιουργικά έργα. Ελπίζω να σταματήσω να καθυστερω και να επανέλθω σε αυτό.
Σήμερα θα ήταν τα 73α γενέθλια της μητέρας μου. Απεβίωσε τον περασμένο Οκτώβριο από μια πολύ επιθετική μορφή καρκίνου. Μακάρι να μπορούσε να είναι εδώ για να δει τις αλλαγές που έκανα, νομίζω ότι θα τα είχε εγκρίνει. Ίσως έχει δει τις αλλαγές; Ποτέ δεν ξέρεις 🙂
¨In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.” -Aristotle
“Σε όλα τα πράγματα στη φύση υπάρχει κάτι το θαυμαστό.” –Αριστοτέλης
It’s these little things, like a bee resting on a leaf, that we should all appreciate. It made me smile that day. 🙂
Είναι αυτά τα μικρά πράγματα, όπως μια μέλισσα που στηρίζεται σε ένα φύλλο που όλοι πρέπει να εκτιμήσουμε. Με έκανε να χαμογελάσω εκείνη την ημέρα. 🙂
A bee patiently waits his turn to pollinate.
Μια μέλισσα περιμένει υπομονετικά τη σειρά του να γονιμοποιήσει.
The Borage plant with its blue flowers
Before the rain fall of the previous weekend, I ventured into my garden to take some photographs. A garden like this is not a common sight in the concrete jungle that is Athens. That’s why I am very grateful for having one so that I can capture the beauty of nature with my lens as often as I like.
Yesterday, I felt brave, so I decided to finally get rid of these bees.
I thought of not harming them. I first decided to get rid of them naturally. I had read that bees detest the smell of burning coffee beans, so I put some beans on a piece of aluminum foil, then I lit a match and placed it in the coffee beans. One of the beans started to burn. A lot of smoke came out, and I stood underneath the beehive and wafted the smoke toward the beehive. The bees did seem annoyed by the smell and they remained still. But, suddenly, it got very windy so I had to abandon this plan. I was feeling restless. So, I just grabbed the mosquito spray. I made sure to wear light coloured clothing-dark colours annoy them. I hid in the corner and sprayed the hive just once.
After spraying the beehive with bug spray I ran inside. Within a few minutes all the bees had dropped dead. Except maybe two that had hidden behind the hive. These two bees were buzzing around looking for me. The two bees went to the other corner and they were going to build another hive again-they really are relentless and hard-working. I got someone else to spray them head on.
With a painter’s spatula, I scraped the hive off of the wall. It was very easy and the hive was as light as a paper. I then burnt the beehive to prevent the bees from coming back to it.
I washed the wall with some soap and water and cleaned out any remaining pieces of the beehive.