<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719</id><updated>2009-11-17T05:47:05.920+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees in the Antipodes</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a woman beekeeper in Aotearoa (NZ), I have been fascinated with bees for a long time and finally I have 2 hives on a city section surrounded by old fruit trees and flower gardens. I belong to the local Bee Club and the knowledge there I find indespensible. I also read and surf the beekeeping net for all the information I can find.I have discovered a passion !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-5733591909758168369</id><published>2009-11-15T15:03:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:07:42.004+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose show with Japanese twist ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv93Lv-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w-1VKdvkkqs/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404169121610050610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv93Lv-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w-1VKdvkkqs/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the last few days the annual Rose Show has been happening down at the Hamilton Gardens. This year it has had a Japanese touch with a traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony to open the event - all the officials were there including the Mayor, rose breeders and Japanese Govt reps.I think the ladies in the picture above look so elegant and beautiful - I had to sneak up and look inconspicuous to get that photo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv9r52BeKEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dUcC27KFiGM/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404156719366285378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv9r52BeKEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dUcC27KFiGM/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were lanterns hung in the trees, these were in the Gingko and big flying fish banners which made a colourful sight. I would have had photos of the roses but the weather has been very windy and quite cold, not alot of sun, the roses are out but not at their best. My poor girlfriend, Alice, who is charge of the rose garden, has been pulling out her hair and gnashing her teeth over the crappy weather, it is usually much warmer by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv9lwRhZ69I/AAAAAAAAAtI/zC-k1AiJ1Hw/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404149957879524306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv9lwRhZ69I/AAAAAAAAAtI/zC-k1AiJ1Hw/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pretty opera singer must have been freezing, the wind was blowing and we all had jumpers on ! She sang beautifully, a trio of songs from Madam Butterfly, one of my favourite operas.&lt;br /&gt;The Gardens are the perfect place for these sorts of occasions, during the summer festival there are plays, shows, music of all sorts and general good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-5733591909758168369?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/5733591909758168369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=5733591909758168369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/5733591909758168369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/5733591909758168369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/rose-show-with-japanese-twist.html' title='Rose show with Japanese twist ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sv93Lv-zrDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w-1VKdvkkqs/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-2544680801409686234</id><published>2009-11-11T12:06:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:39:18.201+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarm to catch !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0-5ul1SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RRVj2WIMkDU/s1600-h/IMG_0677%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402618589492925730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0-5ul1SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RRVj2WIMkDU/s400/IMG_0677%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright sunny evening last Sunday, my friend and I captured this beautiful swarm hanging in a very convenient place under the grape leaves on a neighbours` vine - it was just about to easy to get, I half expected them to turn ferel and sting me !! They didn`t, and it was a super swarm to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0t8rJNRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B2IXoEdruqY/s1600-h/IMG_0681%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402618298225997074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0t8rJNRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/B2IXoEdruqY/s400/IMG_0681%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice size that the complete swarm nearly did fit into the nuc box I was holding. It was a case of hold the box under the bees and shake the branch, we couldn`t cut the branch they were on as it was a main leader and I don`t think the bloke next door would have been happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0gQHXAZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/znuadtuyqMs/s1600-h/IMG_0683%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402618062926446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0gQHXAZI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/znuadtuyqMs/s400/IMG_0683%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We swept the rest off the branch, managed to get most of them, I popped them in the back of my car, my grandaughter, Lia was with me and she wasn`t the slightest perturbed, in fact she took some of the photos ! We drove out to the beautiful garden I was putting them in with me in my bee suit, Lia in summer clothes and the bees all covered up on the back seat !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0Jvi_hDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/z0oJ2VArZvo/s1600-h/IMG_0695%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402617676226855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0Jvi_hDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/z0oJ2VArZvo/s400/IMG_0695%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I poured the bees into the hive I had set up in Moondance Garden, check out their website, &lt;a href="http://www.moondance.co.nz/"&gt;www.moondance.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;, and I`m sure they will be very happy there, the garden is stunning, huge with river views. Stephen and Jeanette  are a lovely couple and I intend to see more of their gardens and them of course ! The hive is surrounded by perennials, all flowering, roses, big trees, a pond - you name it, plus a magnificent manor house. Perfect place for weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svnz3Z_ZLOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6Mo0Px8x1D4/s1600-h/IMG_0707%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402617361202752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svnz3Z_ZLOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6Mo0Px8x1D4/s400/IMG_0707%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out last night to check the hive, all looks well with plenty of bees flying around, orientating and checking out the food supply ! If all goes to plan, I might put another hive out there next year. The owners are very keen to have the bees in their garden, the hive really looks nice in the setting - adds to the ambience !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-2544680801409686234?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2544680801409686234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=2544680801409686234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2544680801409686234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2544680801409686234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/swarm-to-catch.html' title='Swarm to catch !'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Svn0-5ul1SI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RRVj2WIMkDU/s72-c/IMG_0677%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-7494005950476408073</id><published>2009-11-08T15:01:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:16:08.191+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Comings and Goings at the TB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvYnRA_LDAI/AAAAAAAAAr4/mr_l4uqgoEE/s1600-h/IMG_0673%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547976353713154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvYnRA_LDAI/AAAAAAAAAr4/mr_l4uqgoEE/s400/IMG_0673%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is a very busy bustling time at my TopBar at the moment - I have yet to decide on a name for this hive - I vary between a Maori name like my other one or something from the classics, I think I might let my grandaughter choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bees don`t seem to have a problem with the 2 round holes as entrance ways, they actually  line them up, the guard bees also manage to do their job sucessfully. I have been reading Phil Chandlers book, `The Barefoot Beekeeper` every night, it is such an interesting read. having my own TB makes it all the more fascinating, it is easy to read and makes so much sense I can`t believe no one else has ever come up with the idea !! TB hives are not a new thing, but I don`t know anyone else here who has heard of them let alone wants to try one - I am going to change all that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvYm1nn1d_I/AAAAAAAAAro/QB-r8MUSUKU/s1600-h/IMG_0676%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547505688475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvYm1nn1d_I/AAAAAAAAAro/QB-r8MUSUKU/s400/IMG_0676%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-7494005950476408073?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7494005950476408073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=7494005950476408073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7494005950476408073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7494005950476408073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/comings-and-goings-at-tb.html' title='Comings and Goings at the TB'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvYnRA_LDAI/AAAAAAAAAr4/mr_l4uqgoEE/s72-c/IMG_0673%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-3815927677176185880</id><published>2009-11-04T12:24:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:36:33.975+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange blossom - ahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC8VNsgV_I/AAAAAAAAArg/AxVrXLWGdoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0667%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400023025856829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC8VNsgV_I/AAAAAAAAArg/AxVrXLWGdoQ/s400/IMG_0667%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; There is no other scent like it - orange blossom ... Bees and other pollinating insects love these flowers and I can never resist sticking my nose into these delightful, delicate blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC8FgzRodI/AAAAAAAAArY/09kCohY8Gng/s1600-h/IMG_0665%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400022756107592146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC8FgzRodI/AAAAAAAAArY/09kCohY8Gng/s400/IMG_0665%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One corner of the Italian Garden, another of the Paradise gardens at &lt;a href="http://www.hamiltongardens.co.nz/"&gt;www.hamiltongardens.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;  with a selection of potted citrus trees, covered in flowers all spring and summer . Each  quarter of the garden has different Mediterranean plants growing, herbs, roses,annuals etc with large citrus in each corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-3815927677176185880?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3815927677176185880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=3815927677176185880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/3815927677176185880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/3815927677176185880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/orange-blossom-ahhhh.html' title='Orange blossom - ahhhh'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC8VNsgV_I/AAAAAAAAArg/AxVrXLWGdoQ/s72-c/IMG_0667%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-7439007083647694661</id><published>2009-11-04T12:04:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:23:51.548+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer planting ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC4SnZecFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-CWLE9pTLaU/s1600-h/IMG_0668%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400018583170216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC4SnZecFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-CWLE9pTLaU/s400/IMG_0668%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardeners planting summer annuals in the Char Bar Indian Garden, one of the Paradise gardens built at the Hamilton Gardens &lt;a href="http://www.hamiltongardens.co.nz/"&gt;www.hamiltongardens.co.nz&lt;/a&gt; , My work place is situated in this 140 acre gardens and park and it could not be a more beautiful place to spend your day. The Char Bar is planted twice a year with seasonal annuals which give a fantastic display in the shape of a Persian carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC4CNh_hYI/AAAAAAAAArI/OgS3nFAdItw/s1600-h/IMG_0669%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400018301348709762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC4CNh_hYI/AAAAAAAAArI/OgS3nFAdItw/s400/IMG_0669%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plants are all grown at the Council nursery which also supplies the plants for all the road side and roundabout plantings, Hamilton is known for its` displays of fantastic public gardens and trees. We have a beautiful city, with a river running through it and also a small lake which has alot of sail boating and  rowing on it and people just enjoying the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC3sVvJJgI/AAAAAAAAArA/uErV4nKzYO4/s1600-h/IMG_0670%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400017925594228226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC3sVvJJgI/AAAAAAAAArA/uErV4nKzYO4/s400/IMG_0670%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is divided in the traditional ancient Persian garden design, always having water and moats that point to the 4 directions, there is a lotus shaped fountain in the middle with a stage affair to relax in - an oasis of calm. The Waikato river runs behind the gardens and can be seen from the raised stage at the back of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-7439007083647694661?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7439007083647694661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=7439007083647694661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7439007083647694661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7439007083647694661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/11/summer-planting.html' title='Summer planting ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SvC4SnZecFI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-CWLE9pTLaU/s72-c/IMG_0668%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-2270282226948044614</id><published>2009-10-31T12:59:00.011+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:48:43.498+13:00</updated><title type='text'>First Quick Look ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuWKUtIWjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Fv_mo3Y6V7U/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398573682434529842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuWKUtIWjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Fv_mo3Y6V7U/s400/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TopBar hive minus cover, note that the actual bars form a second roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuPeqzDmXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/EPMDSzRuRFA/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398566335380953458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuPeqzDmXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/EPMDSzRuRFA/s400/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; festooning happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuLkYlLIPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xF7q1vkeu1c/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398562035523592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuLkYlLIPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xF7q1vkeu1c/s400/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first golden moon of wax being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this stunning spring day down here in the pacific ocean, in these islands I love,( sorry for sounding so mushy, but I feel a strong attachment to my homeland, must be cause I feel so ok within me, and the fact that it is a superb country to live in) I decided to take a quick look into the TopBar hive that 2 weeks ago I had installed a swarm of honey bees. I must admit, I was a tad nervous about what I was going to see - I shouldn`t have been, these industrious little insects have started to build comb, beautiful, golden comb at the far end of the hive, just where Phil C says in his book, that they will. Also festooning on other bars with the bars at the end where the 2 entrance holes are are still bare - I am sure that will change in a month or so.They are making a brood nest for their queen to lay in, I will have a longer and more detailed look in another couple of weeks, hopefully will see signs of baby bees happening !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thrilled with the fact that I didn`t need my smoker, I always have trouble with the thing staying smoking ( I use untreated cedar shavings which smell divine and always go well for my friend), the bees didn`t seem to get upset at all, as I was working down the far end I had a look at the end where the entrances are, and they were just busy coming and going as usual. The rest of the hive stays dark and warm as only 2 or 3 bars are out at a time, not even that many today ! It really does make sense to work like this, I guess there will be times when everything turns to custard, but for my first experience it couldn`t have been better - at last I can really get my teeth into this project, now I just have to convince my 2yr old grandson, Elliott, that bees don`t fly into your ears - where he has got that from I don`t know, he hates the buzzing sound, I think he might have super hearing powers !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-2270282226948044614?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2270282226948044614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=2270282226948044614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2270282226948044614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2270282226948044614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-quick-look.html' title='First Quick Look ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SuuWKUtIWjI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Fv_mo3Y6V7U/s72-c/141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6590573014420690696</id><published>2009-10-30T15:44:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:10:49.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying home in the rain ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SupW-9Sb8TI/AAAAAAAAAqY/i4pwU38io6w/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398222742960730418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SupW-9Sb8TI/AAAAAAAAAqY/i4pwU38io6w/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bees in the sustainable garden at the Hamilton Gardens were getting very wet last week. I just happened to walk into the garden when the rain poured down and droves of bees began returning to their hive which is situated on top of a pergola out of human reach ! It was interesting watching them return in big groups, sort of like aeroplane squadrens returning to base - sort of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My TB hive is going very well by the look of all the activity all week. It has been very windy here so I am hoping it will be nice and calm on the weekend and I will get a chance to open it and see what has been going on. I do get a real kick out of just sitting and looking - it would only be about 3/4 metres from where I am sitting in my dining room at this minute. I have just finished mowing the lawns and there was no worry from either of my hives when mowing quite close to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don`t you worry Cliff, as soon as I get something to report I will be blogging !! I actually hope to start a TB group in NZ, have had a chat to a lady in Auckland who is keen and I know there will be some from my club interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6590573014420690696?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6590573014420690696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6590573014420690696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6590573014420690696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6590573014420690696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-home-in-rain.html' title='Flying home in the rain ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SupW-9Sb8TI/AAAAAAAAAqY/i4pwU38io6w/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6262984467537695275</id><published>2009-10-21T13:23:00.007+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:03:20.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'>At last - my first TopBar hive !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5XMVIyJwI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u4uJp29seso/s1600-h/topbar2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394845272980465410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5XMVIyJwI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u4uJp29seso/s400/topbar2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am finally the very proud owner of a TopBar hive, built for me by a clever person I met at a talk I gave to the local Organics group here in Hamilton. P used the plans from the BareFoot Beekeeper site that I had down loaded for him - there is even a window on the other side that has a sliding cover so I and the Grandchildren can watch the bees ! It is made from un-treated macrocarpa wood which means it won`t need painting and will slowly fade to a silver colour - it smells good to .. I love it !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is situated in a nice sunny,sheltered spot in my front garden where I can watch all the comings and goings from my windows as I drink coffee and read the paper or just watch the bees ! It is actually quite close to the foot path and road but can`t be seen from either of those places. My langstroth hive is at the back of my house and you would never know that was there unless you are the monthly meter reader who comes to read the electrics !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5WXqoMkjI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_9Sa1TIAaA4/s1600-h/topbar+hive+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394844368216298034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5WXqoMkjI/AAAAAAAAAqA/_9Sa1TIAaA4/s400/topbar+hive+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice lady rang on Sunday to ask me to come and collect a swarm she had in her garden - I was on the way out in the pouring rain to visit my family, so, rang my kind bee friend and he captured the quite big swarm which I swept into my TB that night - that is what is happening in above photo - notice bars across the hive opening, which all going well the bees will make comb from and attach to under side of bars,then fill with babies, pollen and honey. The poor little things were getting quite edgey by this stage, I got stung afew times but that is understandable, after having spent 2 very wet and cold nights out in the open, dropt into a nuc box, crowded in like sardines then tipped into another box in the dark, I would be too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5WHHwcs7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/sjFTE6Iu2TU/s1600-h/topbar2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394844083977761714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5WHHwcs7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/sjFTE6Iu2TU/s400/topbar2+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day dawned warm and sunny with some of the girls venturing out. They don`t seem to mind the lack of a landing pad, mind you, in the wild there is no such thing outside a hole in a tree. I do have another entrance P made at one end which I can unscrew and use if I want and it has a small landing strip, maybe later in the summer if the weather warms up and there is alot of action around the hive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am delighted with my first TB hive, it just makes more sense somehow to keep these amazing insects in a way as close to their natural habitat as possible. Totally un-practicle for commercial beekeepers I know, but if you can do it like this - why not ? The honey I collect is a wonderful bonus for me, but I keep bees so I can add my bit to keeping them alive and for the pollination skills they so abundantly use and which we humans depend on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5Vvw-PytI/AAAAAAAAApw/IOpKNHFAazA/s1600-h/topbar+hive+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6262984467537695275?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6262984467537695275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6262984467537695275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6262984467537695275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6262984467537695275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-last-my-first-topbar-hive.html' title='At last - my first TopBar hive !'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/St5XMVIyJwI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u4uJp29seso/s72-c/topbar2+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-3537457179175390448</id><published>2009-10-17T13:59:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:00:50.175+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The last Fledgeling turns 18 today ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/StkhDbV9vbI/AAAAAAAAApo/FzlUIipUyEs/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393378371516087730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/StkhDbV9vbI/AAAAAAAAApo/FzlUIipUyEs/s400/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful youngest daughter, Ellena Roseanne, turns 18 today, this was the sight that greeted her just before she left for her weekend job as the dishie at a local cafe this morning ! One of her lovely friends, Rene, delivered a South African dish that Ellena loves, to our front door at 8.45am !! It is a milk pudding, sounds sort of like the junket my mother made us eat as kids, I will get a taste later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellena is going to Victoria University in Wellington next year, about 7 hours drive south from where we live. I am so excited for her and sad for me, it is a real new life challange for us both. She was the 4th child I so desperately wanted after loosing a number of babies between her eldest sister Meg, her brother Cameron and sister Phillippa - there is 9 yrs between Ellena and Pip. I didn`t plan on the big gaps but thats how it turned out. I have never regretted having my late baby, although at 38 I was a tad to old I think - took me years to catch up on sleep and I was always the oldest Mum at kindy and school !! She has been a delight all along, is adored by her sibblings and probably abit spoilt but she has grown into a beautiful young woman and tomorrow we will celebrate as a family at her brothers place by the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-3537457179175390448?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/3537457179175390448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=3537457179175390448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/3537457179175390448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/3537457179175390448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-fledgeling-turns-18-today.html' title='The last Fledgeling turns 18 today ...'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/StkhDbV9vbI/AAAAAAAAApo/FzlUIipUyEs/s72-c/176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-822249050829547463</id><published>2009-10-03T11:28:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:18:27.704+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Place ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135404093825138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsaAmjq34HI/AAAAAAAAApg/PHsFlxHXtrc/s400/raggers+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of Meg`s paintings, she is a clever artist and sells her work through-out NZ, Raglan is full of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;arty folks !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last week I took afew days off work, badly needed I might add, spending a night and 2 days out at my `happy place`  Raglan-by-the-sea or Whaingaroa as it is rightly named. My eldest daughter, Meg and her daughter Lia live out there, on the side of a hill over-looking the harbour and out to the heads - a fairly dangerous bar. Meg had taken students to Wellington to see the Wearable Arts show, which I might add, is an amazing night, Lia was at her Dad`s and I had the house to me !! oh, and the crazy cat and noisy finch ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsaAVHxcY0I/AAAAAAAAApY/fPxdpzo7gME/s1600-h/raggers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135104547414850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsaAVHxcY0I/AAAAAAAAApY/fPxdpzo7gME/s400/raggers+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from the window I sat by in a very nice cafe/bar and ate my dinner. It was raining but I didn`t mind, it is just so peaceful there, no rush, people smile and say kia ora (hello) - I hope the place never changes and becomes a `Bondi beach (Oz) or even Mt Maunganui which is a resort on the eastern coast of NZ. Raglan is on the west coast and very different geographically and every other way - wild and windy with crashing seas, rocks, some nice beaches and black sand that really does stick to every part of your body !! It only takes me 40 mins to drive out from home, I never tire of the views, it is a good road now, used to be a `goat track` as my dear old Dad would have said - can you get my drift at how much I love this place ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ_1ENnP9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/JUzcaxolXyk/s1600-h/raggers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388134553836011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ_1ENnP9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/JUzcaxolXyk/s400/raggers+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Meg`s balcony looking out over the little town and up the harbour - the sparkling water is always a deep blue/green and sometimes there are pods of orca to be seen, chasing the stingray they love to munch on.. Don`t you love the old building which is the pub ? The Palms were planted down the main street over 90 yrs ago now, could even be 100yrs - they are protected trees, as much as I don`t like them, they are part of what makes Raglan special and the neat thing is, Pohutukawa are planted at the sea end of the street and they are beautiful, especially with their aireal roots and other small native plants growing in the branch unions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ_XsekvcI/AAAAAAAAApI/MXn2r4KAV4k/s1600-h/raggers+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388134049248492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ_XsekvcI/AAAAAAAAApI/MXn2r4KAV4k/s400/raggers+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mt Karioi, shrouded in mist, a view from Wainui Rd taken after I had visited my bee keeping friend. This dormant volcano is often called the `Sleeping Lady` as the mountain resembles a womans form when seen without the cloud. She dominates the scenery for miles, people climb to the top, the locals are beginning to care for her, getting rid of pests like possums that eat all the new growth of the native trees, with the new generation of children becoming involved with looking after the ocean and land around them - yah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ--t8_1OI/AAAAAAAAApA/YzuwN88fAG4/s1600-h/raggers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388133620147803362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsZ--t8_1OI/AAAAAAAAApA/YzuwN88fAG4/s400/raggers+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A  me trying to be `arty`, photo of the coast line, it was very wet and windy, everything blowing like mad, and cold ! I get these crazy ideas sometimes, they usually bomb out, but I quite like this one ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught up with one of my favourite photographers, Gillian Lankshear, who lives at Raglan and takes the most beautiful photos using film, no digital for this lady, and showed her my photos, I am hoping to start something with my pics later in the year - whats left of it !!  if you google Gillian`s name with Raglan, NZ beside it, you can see some of her work - she is an inspiration to me ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home late in the afternoon, feeling restored and rested - just what I had in mind .. back to work next week and will be full on as the students are back for the last term of the year. I am teaching 2 night classes on beekeeping again this term if we get the interest and have just been approached by a very cool mag called `Good` for an interview re bees - all wonderful stuff ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I managed to buy the incense I was after, there is a seriously good Herbal shop on the main street - I tell you, Raggers is the place for me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-822249050829547463?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/822249050829547463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=822249050829547463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/822249050829547463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/822249050829547463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-happy-place.html' title='My Happy Place ...'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SsaAmjq34HI/AAAAAAAAApg/PHsFlxHXtrc/s72-c/raggers+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-2211565025073891384</id><published>2009-09-23T11:54:00.010+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:43:17.182+12:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excellent Hangi ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Srlm99LFx3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/uLBAogxUKrk/s1600-h/hangi+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384448044077270898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Srlm99LFx3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/uLBAogxUKrk/s400/hangi+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Some of the men uncovering the hangi pit - the soil is quite hot at this stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening Ellena and I went out for dinner - to a hangi - what is a hangi you are thinking ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a meal cooked under the ground in a pit with stones that are heated to a high temperature by fire, then the fire is put out, the food in wire baskets is put on top of the stones and the whole lot covered in cloth and then the soil from the pit - left to cook in the steam all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Srlmtt80lQI/AAAAAAAAAos/O77KKP3why4/s1600-h/hangi+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384447765112984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Srlmtt80lQI/AAAAAAAAAos/O77KKP3why4/s400/hangi+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the cloth drawn back and steam let out of the cooking pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmiDX48nI/AAAAAAAAAok/Cft2dwpti9o/s1600-h/hangi+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384447564705231474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmiDX48nI/AAAAAAAAAok/Cft2dwpti9o/s400/hangi+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last layer of cloth is sacking which is very good at keeping the heat in - the smell by this stage is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmZ7rT92I/AAAAAAAAAoc/7l4arX-4XDU/s1600-h/hangi+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384447425200256866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmZ7rT92I/AAAAAAAAAoc/7l4arX-4XDU/s400/hangi+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The veges are wrapped in tin foil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmN0rLB5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/q6yuACFeRVM/s1600-h/hangi+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384447217162192786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrlmN0rLB5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/q6yuACFeRVM/s400/hangi+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the 100 people there !! Stew and Leah who put this feast on ,own 2 very trendy cafes in Hamilton, Ellena works at `Jacks` on the weekend, hence our invite - this evening was a `thankyou` to staff, clients, family and friends who have all helped to make their business`s so successful - a really nice young couple ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrllmqjMaJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/I7ayjU6IUBw/s1600-h/hangi+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384446544429475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrllmqjMaJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/I7ayjU6IUBw/s400/hangi+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the 6 baskets of meat !! Pork, lamb and chicken were wrapped in cabbage leaves to keep the salty juices in and cooked to perfection - the meat actually fell off the bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrllcERrw6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/sVlIVy6RHzA/s1600-h/hangi+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384446362356794274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrllcERrw6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/sVlIVy6RHzA/s400/hangi+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stew, the chef, busy cutting the meat - there was so much food plus salad followed by brownie and cream - all very yummy. I hadn`t eaten hangi food for many years and had forgotten the `special` taste the food has, a mixture of earth and steam if you can imagine that ? Maori cooked in hangi, there are many old pit sites around the country with shells and bones in them. Other Pacific Islands have their own version called an Umu, which is run the same way. Any fat in the meat tends to run out the bottom onto the rocks. Maori still cook in this way especially if there is a big event on, in Rotorua a tourist centre, the food is placed in baskets and left in the thermal hot pools to cook, tends to have a slight sulpher taste then !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-2211565025073891384?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/2211565025073891384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=2211565025073891384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2211565025073891384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/2211565025073891384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/excellent-hangi.html' title='An Excellent Hangi ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Srlm99LFx3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/uLBAogxUKrk/s72-c/hangi+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6094594759061565065</id><published>2009-09-20T11:52:00.008+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:35:48.438+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Beekeeping Workshop at Raglan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwQsU8eSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pepht5vvmWk/s1600-h/bee+workshop+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383332361670523170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwQsU8eSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pepht5vvmWk/s400/bee+workshop+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I spent a remarkably good day out at a small, quirky seaside town on the West coast, about 40 mins drive from where I live. I had been asked by the local Whaingaroa (Raglan) enviro centre, along with a friend who lives out there and who has a hive, to put on a beekeeping workshop. The picture above is the view from Barbara and Pat`s gorgeous home, nestled in the bush on the side of a hill overlooking the ocean - I was in heaven !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwIb0ywgI/AAAAAAAAAns/b2Rky85-AlE/s1600-h/bee+workshop+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383332219801747970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwIb0ywgI/AAAAAAAAAns/b2Rky85-AlE/s400/bee+workshop+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not a flattering photo of Barbara, but does show her lighting her smoker - she, like me, has trouble keeping it going at times !! After we had finished the demonstration at the hive the flaming thing sent up yards of smoke after going out acouple of times when we needed it - murphy`s law !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwBFUFTRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dlKqBCzLfjY/s1600-h/bee+workshop+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383332093499886866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwBFUFTRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dlKqBCzLfjY/s400/bee+workshop+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A healthy looking frame with pollen and nectar starting to be brought in - the hive is on the side of a hill with a great view out to the sea and native bush. There are a number of trees flowering, Pohutukawa, Karo ( Pittosporum crassifolium), Kowhai, (Sophora tetraptera) and alot of Kanuka which will flower later. Barbara always get a good yield of honey which a yummy bush flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvxGaO18I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MrFHrTBmzMo/s1600-h/bee+workshop+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383331818916206530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvxGaO18I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MrFHrTBmzMo/s400/bee+workshop+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the class had brought their bee gear or borrowed some. It wasn`t a great day weather-wise, but we opened the hive for a short time so everyone could get an idea of what it looks like inside a working hive. Barbara took out acouple of frames, one with brood and the beginnings of a queen cell. Barbara keeps black bees which were the original English honey bees and has mixed with Italians and Carniolins over time - they still are alot more aggresive then the others, which is why she keeps them as they have a big problem with wasps killing hives over summer and autumn in bush areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvpNcSmyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CTXlR1ARIFU/s1600-h/bee+workshop+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383331683364936482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvpNcSmyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/CTXlR1ARIFU/s400/bee+workshop+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is the group shot - me being at the front on the left - I usually avoid photos, but I figured being that far back I might fade into the distance ! Everyone is very keen to keep bees which is what I feel so passionate about - getting the word out there and showing people that it isn`t hard and you are not going to get stung to death if you do it properly and wear the correct protective clothing. They were amazed at the fact I don`t wear gloves - I put my hand gently into the hive to demonstrate that bees are generally far too busy going about their business to stop and sting something that isn`t hurting them ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvfh_ElWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Vfj4F1DH-BY/s1600-h/bee+workshop+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383331517080835426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVvfh_ElWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Vfj4F1DH-BY/s400/bee+workshop+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but certainly not least, here is a photo of a puffed up Tui - all very territorial at the moment, swooping from tree to tree and vocal ! Tui are a NZ native bird, quite big and have the ability to mimic a huge range of other birds and human sounds. There was a story about them in the old days when our beautiful bush was being felled, Tui would mimic the axe chopping and the voices of the men. If you listen closely you can hear snippets of other bird song plus a creaky door and then a beautiful melodious tune - very clever birds. They are an irridecent black/bluey green with a white fluffy piece under their chin, hence the name `parson bird` by early settlers. They make quite a loud wooshing sound when they fly, are bossy and tend to chase smaller birds away -  there were so many out at Barbara and Pat`s place, I am very envious . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was my day, I caught up with my eldest daughter Meg before I left the township, Meg and my grandaugher, Lia, have lived at Raglan for about 10 yrs now, if I didn`t have to commute every day I would live there to - it is still NZ as it was but with all the mod cons and far enough away from the cities to be peaceful. Lots of very interesting people live there, wonderful artists in all mediums, folk whose families settled there over a hundred years ago - a real mixture. I drove home after calling in to see friends and pick up free range eggs, with a contented smile and mark knoffler playing his magic guitar - it is good to be alive !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6094594759061565065?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6094594759061565065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6094594759061565065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6094594759061565065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6094594759061565065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/beekeeping-workshop-at-raglan.html' title='Beekeeping Workshop at Raglan.'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SrVwQsU8eSI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pepht5vvmWk/s72-c/bee+workshop+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6446244813177599549</id><published>2009-09-14T16:30:00.007+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:52:33.001+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3IOUkLkSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o8YNavAE9aY/s1600-h/bees+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381177278141796642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3IOUkLkSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o8YNavAE9aY/s400/bees+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have just finished teaching 2 beekeeping night classes for 6 weeks at a local High School with the last lesson a visit to my hive - please excuse the state of my back yard, I have no time for gardening at the moment !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3IEu87IYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_ex4ix-C_Sc/s1600-h/bees+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381177113426207106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3IEu87IYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_ex4ix-C_Sc/s400/bees+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the students watching me take the top off the hive, as there are alot of bees in the hive at the moment and quite afew people don`t have their protective gear yet, I didn`t take the top board completely off. As it was, the bees were very well behaved and no one got stung !! I had another 7 or so people standing on the other side of me, all very interested and keen to keep bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3H6ewolqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PTeDcSWiY6c/s1600-h/bees+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381176937281001122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3H6ewolqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PTeDcSWiY6c/s400/bees+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was the first time I had opened the hive for acouple of months and they have made quite alot of comb, especially where there were no frames. I don`t mind as it is easy enough to strain the honey out, I will most probably leave it there for the bees to use and put a honey super on top fairly soon. If this hive does not swarm I may have a go at splitting it, never done that before it can`t be that hard ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3Hw3tyUCI/AAAAAAAAAms/gZ_Vm9pu5Ss/s1600-h/bees+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381176772181250082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3Hw3tyUCI/AAAAAAAAAms/gZ_Vm9pu5Ss/s400/bees+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the comb is beautiful, such a work of art and when they make it naturally it just seems to glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don`t wear gloves as I find them to bulky and I end up squashing bees, this way, I go very carefully and usually don`t get many stings, none yesterday which was good for the students to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been asked to teach the course again next term which is in about 3 weeks, heres` hoping we get the numbers again, it was so popular I ended up doing 2 classes. The verbal feed back has been very encouraging, I seem to have taught them what they needed to know and instilled confidence enough to at least think seriously about keeping bees with many actually doing it  - just what I intended - more beekeepers in our world !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3HjQ4z0ZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/HKZhWkCQ-Cs/s1600-h/bees+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3HWjau6mI/AAAAAAAAAmc/s_0IJUMXWzI/s1600-h/bees+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6446244813177599549?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6446244813177599549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6446244813177599549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6446244813177599549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6446244813177599549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-trip.html' title='Class Trip.'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sq3IOUkLkSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o8YNavAE9aY/s72-c/bees+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-4421404347313350535</id><published>2009-09-09T14:41:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:02:23.890+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful days . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcXpYWlwcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/c2D9Fuo7pgQ/s1600-h/spring3+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379294279596622274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcXpYWlwcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/c2D9Fuo7pgQ/s400/spring3+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again we have stunning spring days. The trees are bursting into leaf or flower with the Horse Chestnut above sending out star shaped leaves from a sticky bud. I spend alot of my day looking up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcWYMjOpRI/AAAAAAAAAmE/wa4fTcx2qAs/s1600-h/trailer+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379292884859004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcWYMjOpRI/AAAAAAAAAmE/wa4fTcx2qAs/s400/trailer+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The native Kumarahou is flowering everywhere, all along the sides of the road in rural areas. The bees love the yellow pollen and sticky nectar from the early spring flowering small tree, it grows well here in the Waikato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcWMeQ4wyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QZBhkQ0Q400/s1600-h/trailer+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379292683455480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcWMeQ4wyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QZBhkQ0Q400/s400/trailer+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The amazing Ginkgo - what a prehistoric looking plant this beautiful tree is. I love the way the flowers and leaves grow from the wood, the waxy leaves spreading out into tiny fans, the bright spring green colour heralding the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying playing with my new camera, a Canon PowerShot SX1015 - I still have lots to learn about it, so as you can imagine, the camera goes everywhere with me  - my family ask when am I going to take photos of humans ?? I have 3 grandchildren that get photographed alot, I need to get some printed, it is easy to forget with a digital camera, I miss not actually having a hard copy to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-4421404347313350535?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4421404347313350535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=4421404347313350535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4421404347313350535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4421404347313350535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-days.html' title='Beautiful days . . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SqcXpYWlwcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/c2D9Fuo7pgQ/s72-c/spring3+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6409511079917685770</id><published>2009-08-26T12:43:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:54:33.364+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Acer rubra - Red Maple flowering  . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSGAAILm8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BUhcop3ialg/s1600-h/spring+10+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374067589952281538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSGAAILm8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BUhcop3ialg/s400/spring+10+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 2 photos were taken one week apart - I just love the simplicity and beautiful shape of first the tight buds, then the soft coloured stamens waving in the breeze - nature at its best ..&lt;br /&gt;Spring is so full of anticipation - where ever I walk in the Gardens there is a tree or plants ready to burst into flower some are already just magnificent, especially the magnolias - they deserve a post of their own !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSFv2igyZI/AAAAAAAAAls/1HqF8kNpfs4/s1600-h/spring+11+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374067312500459922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSFv2igyZI/AAAAAAAAAls/1HqF8kNpfs4/s400/spring+11+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6409511079917685770?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6409511079917685770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6409511079917685770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6409511079917685770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6409511079917685770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/acer-rubra-red-maple-flowering.html' title='Acer rubra - Red Maple flowering  . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSGAAILm8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BUhcop3ialg/s72-c/spring+10+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-4912878946625275259</id><published>2009-08-26T12:21:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:36:21.079+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating the young . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSA_GV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/57CwhYLKeW8/s1600-h/spring+11+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062076882126274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSA_GV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/57CwhYLKeW8/s400/spring+11+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week I was invited to a local primary school to speak to two classes of 8/9yr olds about beekeeping. They had been studying bees, so had many interesting questions to ask me !! Gulp - some really made me think like, `do bees fly backwards ?` and `do bees live in blended families ?` - a sign of the times maybe . . .&lt;br /&gt;I took along my suit, blower, some wax and frames plus honey to taste. I was going to take some bees as I do have a small case with glass sides for showing a frame, but the day was quite cold and windy and I didn`t fancy opening my hive. Still, they were all very responsive and I enjoyed spending the time with them.&lt;br /&gt;The children had done some amazing artwork which I am going to ask their teacher if I can have a copy of acouple of them, wonderful poetry also - it is so encouraging to see these little people learning and interested in bees - all is not lost for the future I believe . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-4912878946625275259?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4912878946625275259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=4912878946625275259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4912878946625275259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4912878946625275259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/educating-young.html' title='Educating the young . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SpSA_GV1BcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/57CwhYLKeW8/s72-c/spring+11+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-8437641480017789158</id><published>2009-08-11T14:55:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:08:30.996+12:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spring Things ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDfFhvn4rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cvYeXYK2SBY/s1600-h/spring+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368536041876087474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDfFhvn4rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cvYeXYK2SBY/s400/spring+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first cherry to blossom here is Prunus campanulata, the Tui tree. It attracts the birds and bees and always heralds the beginnings of spring for me. It is now classed as a weed species as it pops up everywhere, even in the bush - I still love it though. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDe3XXSRhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sGiQujKlvcQ/s1600-h/spring+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368535798571484690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDe3XXSRhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sGiQujKlvcQ/s400/spring+09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ma and Pa Duck checking out the accomodation in the Romulus and Reamus pond which is part of the Italian garden here at the Hamilton Gardens - we have many duck couples around now, some even with babies in tow - very cute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDenAKwmxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sJdYfAOmEgo/s1600-h/spring+09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368535517467024146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDenAKwmxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sJdYfAOmEgo/s400/spring+09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What would spring be without crocus blooming at the base of the almond and cherry trees - this is once again taken this morning in the Italian garden - I love my job !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-8437641480017789158?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/8437641480017789158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=8437641480017789158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/8437641480017789158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/8437641480017789158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-spring-things.html' title='More Spring Things ..'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SoDfFhvn4rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cvYeXYK2SBY/s72-c/spring+09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-252458659427142472</id><published>2009-07-28T16:15:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:28:09.630+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hint of Spring . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sm59aZxPX3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/q83YaHYDRfM/s1600-h/field+day+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363362098792324978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sm59aZxPX3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/q83YaHYDRfM/s400/field+day+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; On a hill over looking Hamilton Gardens &lt;a href="http://www.hamiltongardens.co.nz/"&gt;http://www.hamiltongardens.co.nz/&lt;/a&gt; , there is the old city cemetary. I happened to be up there today collecting tree samples and saw the first snowdrops of the season, I also noticed some of the early cherry trees budding and heard a tui - that was the bonus ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cemetary isn`t used for burials anymore, unless you have a family plot, it is a very peaceful place to be with many of Hamilton`s early settlers resting there, plus a large soldiers plot. The saddest part for me is the childrens area, so little and so many - often from one family . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, spring is heralding her coming with buds bursting and bright, clear days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363360225430217970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sm57tW86JPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u1QR-0dfOV4/s400/field+day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-252458659427142472?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/252458659427142472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=252458659427142472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/252458659427142472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/252458659427142472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/hint-of-spring.html' title='A Hint of Spring . . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Sm59aZxPX3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/q83YaHYDRfM/s72-c/field+day+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-41589283333089002</id><published>2009-07-12T14:49:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:47:06.504+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Bees - Sylvia Plath Poetry . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SllQHEpoXII/AAAAAAAAAkw/gIjmXl3NiXA/s1600-h/plath+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SllQHEpoXII/AAAAAAAAAkw/gIjmXl3NiXA/s400/plath+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357401314171575426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Below are 2 of my favourite Sylvia Plath poems centered around bees with her very unusual understanding and slightly mad interpretations. Sylvia, born in Boston USA, had a short but interesting life, suffering from depression after a breakdown during her college years. Her father kept bees and had written 2 books about bees - Sylvia had a very close relationship with her father and was devastated after he died.&lt;br /&gt;Her marriage to English poet Ted Hughes produced 2 children, but the unhappy, unbalanced woman committed suicide in 1963 in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                             Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;  1932-1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have whirled the midwife`s extractor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have my honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Six jars of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Six cat`s eyes in the wine cellar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wintering in a dark without window&lt;br /&gt;At the heart of the house&lt;br /&gt;Next to the last tenants rancid jam&lt;br /&gt;and the bottles of empty glitters ....&lt;br /&gt;Sir So-and-So`s gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the room I have never been in&lt;br /&gt;This is the room I could never breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;The black bunched in there likle a bat,&lt;br /&gt;No light&lt;br /&gt;But the torch and its faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese yellow on appalling objects ....&lt;br /&gt;Black asininity. Decay.&lt;br /&gt;Possession.&lt;br /&gt;It is they who own me.&lt;br /&gt;Neither cruel nor indifferent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of hanging on for the bees...the bees&lt;br /&gt;so slow I hardly know them,&lt;br /&gt;Filing like soldiers&lt;br /&gt;To the syrup tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up the honey I`ve taken.&lt;br /&gt;Tate and Lyle keeps them going,&lt;br /&gt;The refined snow.&lt;br /&gt;It is Tate and Lyle they live on, instead of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;They take it. The cold sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they ball in a mass,&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Mind against all that white.&lt;br /&gt;The smile of the snow is white.&lt;br /&gt;It spreads itself out, a mile long body of Meissen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into which, on warm days,&lt;br /&gt;They can only carry their dead.&lt;br /&gt;The bees are all women,&lt;br /&gt;Maids and the long royal lady.&lt;br /&gt;They have got rid of the men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blunt, clumpsy stumblers, the boors.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is for women ....&lt;br /&gt;The woman, still at her knitting,&lt;br /&gt;At the cradle of Spanish walnut,&lt;br /&gt;Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas&lt;br /&gt;Succeed in banking their fires&lt;br /&gt;To enter another year ?&lt;br /&gt;What will they taste of, the Christmas roses ?&lt;br /&gt;The bees are flying. They taste the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ARRIVAL OF THE BEE BOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;table style="margin: 5px; float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="float: right;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5069924524771176"; google_alternate_color = "FFFFFF"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; //2007-01-20: Classics google_ad_channel = "0516684403"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/expansion_embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/test_domain.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;google_protectAndRun("ads_core.google_render_ad", google_handleError, google_render_ad);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: inline-table; height: 280px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 336px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I would say it was the coffin of a midget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Or a square baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Were there not such a di&lt;/span&gt;n in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; The box is locked, it is dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I have to live with it overnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I can't keep away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; There are no windows, so I can't see what is in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; There is only a little grid, no exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I put my eye to the grid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; It is dark, dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; With the swarmy feeling of African hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Minute and shrunk for export,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Black on black, angrily clambering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; How can I let them out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; It is the noise that appalls me most of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; The unintelligible syllables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; It is like a Roman mob,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I lay my ear to furious Latin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I am not a Caesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; They can be sent back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wonder how hungry they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wonder if they would forget me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; And the petticoats of the cherry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; They might ignore me immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; In my moon suit and funeral veil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; I am no source of honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; So why should they turn on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; The box is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-41589283333089002?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/41589283333089002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=41589283333089002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/41589283333089002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/41589283333089002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/winter-bees-sylvia-plath-poetry.html' title='Winter Bees - Sylvia Plath Poetry . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SllQHEpoXII/AAAAAAAAAkw/gIjmXl3NiXA/s72-c/plath+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-1649495389779486013</id><published>2009-07-10T15:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:23:33.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the next Venture . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlaxjVIPYjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R1nZR3Dm_Nw/s1600-h/bits+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664027329028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlaxjVIPYjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R1nZR3Dm_Nw/s400/bits+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abit blurred I know, but hey its a start to my next venture !! My son Cameron manages a printing firm and very kindly, for his dear old Mum, printed my business cards and they are cool. Bright yellow with black writing, the bee being drawn by my youngest daughter, Ellena, on the lovely Mothers Day card she made for me - I love it, so decided to use it for my cards. Ora means pure in the Maori language. I will get the stickers for the honey jars in the same design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don`t you love that happy bee ? ?  - although those wings might prove a tad useless - at least she hasn`t got a sting !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-1649495389779486013?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1649495389779486013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=1649495389779486013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/1649495389779486013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/1649495389779486013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-next-venture.html' title='Starting the next Venture . . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlaxjVIPYjI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/R1nZR3Dm_Nw/s72-c/bits+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-515645115412544117</id><published>2009-07-10T14:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:08:40.513+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Reading . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlawaSLYMoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/u_Qv7k1wbG0/s1600-h/bits+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356662772406432386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlawaSLYMoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/u_Qv7k1wbG0/s400/bits+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlaswoGoLtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1FUZdvafJM0/s1600-h/bits+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658758202699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlaswoGoLtI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1FUZdvafJM0/s400/bits+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above are some of my `bee` titles, ( my copy of `Robbing the Bees` is lent out) I do have a small collection of much older, some from last century, beekeeping books and a huge, some would say, over-the-top amount of infomation I have gathered about bees, beekeeping, anything remotely connected to bees - especially historical .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the books I have had to send overseas for, the older ones I have found at second-hand book shops. My blogger friend Julia very kindly sent me a copy of her book `The Sweet Life` which is full of her beautiful photos and well written story of her and her family`s first year of beekeeping - her blog is great also, check out `Henhouse Pottery` .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One book I would recommend reading for all beekeepers and anyone who cares about what is happening to our world, is `Fruitless Fall` by Rowan Jacobsen - you know how everyone scoffed at Rachel Carson after she wrote `Silent Spring` ( another `must` read for all humans), well, the day has come my friends, and we are are going to have to work very hard to make things right or even , just abit better . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-515645115412544117?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/515645115412544117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=515645115412544117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/515645115412544117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/515645115412544117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourite-reading.html' title='Favourite Reading . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SlawaSLYMoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/u_Qv7k1wbG0/s72-c/bits+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-6879641739289327711</id><published>2009-07-01T11:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:53:31.972+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter morning market place . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SkqhoECwYII/AAAAAAAAAj4/woSvjAQpeS4/s1600-h/winter+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268816735395970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SkqhoECwYII/AAAAAAAAAj4/woSvjAQpeS4/s400/winter+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a brisk, sunny winter`s morning the monthly farmers market is held at Tamahere, a small district on the outskirts of Hamilton city. The market, which has over 100 stalls, is held in the grounds of St Stephans, a delightful old wooden church, surrounded by trees and gravestones. In fact, the oldest and largest Rhododendron tree grows in this churchyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SkqgrQN6dlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2gEr8T6QW44/s1600-h/winter+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267772031399506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SkqgrQN6dlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2gEr8T6QW44/s400/winter+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stalls sell everything from fresh fruit, veges, all seasonal and fresh from the orchards that surround this area, plus nuts, coffee, yummy pastries, honey and home-made crafts. I particularly enjoy the plant stalls as they are always good value for money and healthy plants. A friend has a herb nursery and she always does very well at this market. I never buy eggs anywhere else as I know they come from happy chookies who roam free - the eggs look and taste different anyway !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very popular market, one of many held around NZ on a Sat or Sun. It has grown hugely, is a great place for a wander around, taste the cheeses, sip a good hot coffee, have a yarn to someone you know and take life abit more gently then usual . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Skqfq3sWt3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/OlXF79WcL-I/s1600-h/winter+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353266665936566130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Skqfq3sWt3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/OlXF79WcL-I/s400/winter+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;There is often music playing, a South American group with their flutes, youngsters busking - nothing to loud and distracting - all in all, a very pleasent morning spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-6879641739289327711?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/6879641739289327711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=6879641739289327711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6879641739289327711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/6879641739289327711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/winter-morning-market-place.html' title='Winter morning market place . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/SkqhoECwYII/AAAAAAAAAj4/woSvjAQpeS4/s72-c/winter+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-7195729470122257828</id><published>2009-06-10T12:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:39:03.253+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty Morning . . .</title><content type='html'>Winter has certainly arrived with her frosty breath , -4 degrees C, frozen grass, brilliant blue sky with the last of the autumn colour slowly falling to the ground to end the yearly cycle once again - something I alway marvel at and never tire of . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; A fantastic frosty morning in the Waikato this week,a Gingko&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si7-ShXcfEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3MVQxAyml3A/s1600-h/mixed+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489401883163714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si7-ShXcfEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3MVQxAyml3A/s400/mixed+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489240138860850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si7-JG0mSTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/vPjuJDm6jCw/s400/mixed+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; tree in the Hamilton Gardens looking spectacular with it`s pillow of fallen leaves which the gardeners leave as long as possible, mowing a circle around the tree !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si79_3DlSTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lng0D5Z8zRo/s1600-h/mixed+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489081287919922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si79_3DlSTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lng0D5Z8zRo/s400/mixed+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lucky we are to live in this energising place . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-7195729470122257828?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/7195729470122257828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=7195729470122257828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7195729470122257828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/7195729470122257828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/06/frosty-morning.html' title='Frosty Morning . . .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Si7-ShXcfEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3MVQxAyml3A/s72-c/mixed+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-1481230494301429535</id><published>2009-05-27T11:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:28:45.509+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Honey Show 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx3LHzimGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YlAb8HW1qJY/s1600-h/mixed+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340274291112056930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx3LHzimGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YlAb8HW1qJY/s400/mixed+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Waikato Domestic Beekeepers Assc held their annual Honey Show at the May meeting. It was very successful with quite afew of our new members entering honey and winning prizes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx3DJ41JmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u__MrcMDm3w/s1600-h/mixed+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340274154232161890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx3DJ41JmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u__MrcMDm3w/s400/mixed+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is judged by taste, with light, medium and dark in both the runny and creamed classes. Wax and mead were also judged and I must admit, one of the mead samples had a real kick to it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a fairly laid back affair and I would like to make some changes next year, maybe get judges in from commercial honey producers - make it more interesting. The number of exhibits has grown alot over the last couple of years, I think it is time to make it more professional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hold our meetings in a classroom at the Horticultural campus of Wintec, which is a large learning institution in Hamilton city. It gives us lots of room to spread out, we can show DVDs and videos, plus there is a laptop and projector for power point presentations. The biggest bonus is where we are situated . . . the Hamilton Gardens - my favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx2wMGrekI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KSeVzVEviJk/s1600-h/mixed+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340273828409604674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx2wMGrekI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KSeVzVEviJk/s400/mixed+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alot of the honey was quite dark in colour, probably due to the pennyroyal around in lawns here in the city during autumn. Most of our members are from the urban area, with afew out of towners on life-style blocks or close to the bush areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our club is growing rapidly with many more people interested in keeping bees, I hope after the adult night class I am teaching in August we will have many more wanting to help pollinate our world . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-1481230494301429535?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/1481230494301429535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=1481230494301429535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/1481230494301429535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/1481230494301429535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/club-honey-show-2009.html' title='Club Honey Show 2009'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx3LHzimGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YlAb8HW1qJY/s72-c/mixed+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662348936086501719.post-4886388132529914766</id><published>2009-05-27T10:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:06:54.414+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Jar .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx1UsPlqDI/AAAAAAAAAio/auljjJgtQ9g/s1600-h/mixed+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340272256488941618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx1UsPlqDI/AAAAAAAAAio/auljjJgtQ9g/s400/mixed+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this not a cool honey biscuit barrel or a large honey jar ? My friend gave it to me afew years ago and I love it !! The detail on it is beautiful and it is in perfect condition. I have a small collection of honey pots, but I think this is my favourite .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662348936086501719-4886388132529914766?l=miro-ngaio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/feeds/4886388132529914766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662348936086501719&amp;postID=4886388132529914766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4886388132529914766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662348936086501719/posts/default/4886388132529914766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miro-ngaio.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-jar.html' title='Honey Jar .'/><author><name>Ngaio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08413136577784656552</uri><email>marcia.meehan@wintec.ac.nz</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17258548305586610759'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CINyFyWfCtg/Shx1UsPlqDI/AAAAAAAAAio/auljjJgtQ9g/s72-c/mixed+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>