Honey

A bad day on the long Covid fatigue front. Worst for a while. Brain fog was something else. Consequently, I slept through the visit of EcoDad. Later, Osh showed me the honeycomb that he had lifted from the bait hive. Apparently the dark patch shows that the bees have been at the local poppies.

The wee man was also very interested.

Earlier, I’d sat out in the sunshine trying, unsuccessfully, to read my book. Later, there was an unfeasibly early night.