A Honey of A Whirlwind Weekend

 If there was ever such a thing as a hurricane of delight, these past couple of weeks might have well bore that title. There is too much going on here, people, too much…one would barely know where to start on this Chronicle of Dreams.

A good place to start is where I left of--with The Jalopy.




Yes, this is the official unofficial name of the new steel horse I’ve gotten myself. To the mundane eye, she is actually my work car…and yes, one might thank my boss friend, as this vehicle was one of his work caravans. She’s an old gal, not perfect, with plenty of dents and dings. But she was a great price, and big enough to double as a modern day gypsy wagon, once the year is over…or maybe I’ll trade her in for an actual gypsy wagon once the Pennsylvania year is over..who knows?

Beyond the acquisition of my new horsepower, there is progress in the furniture department. Yes, you may remember I was on the hunt for house accoutrements and the goal was to find them for free. Since boss man had extra furniture amongst his mother’s house, he lent them to me. There were also a pair of funky chairs in his cabin that also have managed to make their way into my little cottage (hmm, I think I am going to have to bake boss man a cake for all of this outward display of generosity!)…

To say the place looks bohemian is probably rather kind, but it’s a hobo life around here. I’ve taken some rather humble before pictures--this place is still in sort of a shambles. I’ve yet to put together some of the more charming aspects..so consider these a rather disheveled litmus of the early parts of house arranging:

The living room, still boxed up...the little wooden chair was found orphaned on a street corner...



Yes, the couch is messy. It's also made of two different kind of fabrics. Methinks I'll need to remedy this somehow...



A bohemian bedroom...



Other news around here includes…even, more news!

Firstly, consider my socks knocked off! I am mightily puffy chested and equally grateful at the outpouring of interest in our honey and honey products! I think we may have sold an all time record (so far) of honey in our first week between this week and last week. My heart has swelled with this sweet and kind display of honey love. We our sold out (for now) of our lavender, cinnamon, and regular RAW honeys.

And thanks to those who were brave to try my new honey lotion. I do believe the postal workers are tired of seeing my glowing face carrying so many packages!

HOWEVER, I am planning another little trip back to the Big Apple to work with my black and gold, winged friends and hope to have some more honey soon. I have hatched an idea to work with HERBED honey, or honey with essential oils in them, but I’ve yet to literally delve into it. It’s sort of an exciting little time, and I shall let you know what comes of it.


In the meantime, for those of you who asked about the book, Farm and Feast, which features us…here is a fun picture from the book.  Yes, indeed, that is me highflying on the fire escape, headed for the green roof that houses our precious apiary.

Click to biggify: you can also read a bit of text to give you an idea about our book entry by the author..



The front of our  apiary.....

Speaking of more publications…I keep forgetting that little artistic side of my life. For now, it rests somewhere just out of reach, past schedules, and job appointments, and garden planting, and honey harvesting and future-planning. But it is there. Drawing was the absolute first artistic love of mine, and opened paths to acting and performing and writing. Painting and folk art lie somewhere at the spine of my heart, and then will pleasantly pop up to remind me of themselves--such as in this Art Doll Magazine:

PRIMS magazine has been kind to feature my painted art doll bunny in their gallery. If you didn’t know, I have another folk art life amongst that myriad of other folken things that I do.

Finally--because the marching parade never stops around here--I will finally, FINALLY be heading out into the countryside of Pennsylvania this weekend. Visions of sugar plums and Amish wagons have been spinning on this moment for years.  Do not doubt that my heart races just a little faster at the idea of old barns, winding hillsides and horses and cows in verdant old-time settings. Truthfully, I will be there to visit fellow artists Carolee Clark and Jennifer MacNeill-Traylor, noted artists in their own right. But, there will be antiquing, photo taking and the mandatory eating of country cooking, I guarantee. 

So stay tuned, as I dare say my next post will feature more Whirlwind Weekend Mayhem..unless the horses carry me off, first!