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| The northeast corner of M-50 and Vermontville Highway in Eaton County, Michigan. A small, stuffed "Snoopie" figure, a balloon, a tiny baseball hat and a cross. |
Prayers for the families involved. One family lost a son. Another family (likely) is bearing a heavy burden of guilt.
It makes my personal problems seem small.
Apples
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| Seven gallon tubs hold between 30 and 35 pounds of apples, which is enough to make ten quarts of apple sauce. |
During Belladonna's senior year, at the Winter Sports Awards Banquet, her basketball coach had an epiphany while handing out the awards.
Bella didn't get a lot of playing time. The coach loved a certain type of player and Bella didn't match that cookie-cutter image.
Bella got play time every game but it came in dribs-and-drabs.
At the Banquet, the coach was clobbered between the eyes that on a per-minute basis, Belladonna was either her top, or second most productive player.
It didn't matter if she was outmatched for height or if they were playing a "fast" team or a "physical" team, Bella got results.
That doesn't just happen in high school basketball.
The apples in the seven gallon containers are a variety called Melrose. It is the Ohio State apple and is not fussy. It produces in good years and bad. It is not considered "scab-resistant" but the apples shown above were never sprayed.
It isn't a perfect apple. The taste is a little bit bland but there is nothing to really dislike about the apple. And this summer really accelerated the ripening cadence. Melrose is usually an October 1 apple in my area and I am picking them the first week of September because the Liberty I wanted to turn into applesauce are on the ground and rotting.
Melrose is not the first apple I would suggest for a "survival" orchard but it is a sleeper, sort of like Belladonna was in her senior year playing basketball.
Bees
I think I found out where the bee swarms were originating.
About twenty years ago I became interested in beekeeping. Heavy losses in the winter convinced me that it was not the hobby for me. While messing around with the hobby, I constructed several top-bar hives.
A swarm of bees found one of those old, top-bar hive bodies and decided to make it home.
I wonder how long they have been in it. It COULD be full of honey comb.





