The pollen is so thick you can taste it. I'm desperately waiting for rain to clear the air. If you have never been in a pine forest in the spring, it is a messy place. I can stand outside and watch the pollen spewing from the pine trees. It is as if they have a misting attachment. One of the trees near the front of the house is home to a huge and very active beehive. Every year they go crazy at this time; the bees go into hyperdrive and it really is amazing how loud they are as they fly about. I wonder what pine honey tastes like.
|We back up to acres and acres of woods and swamp|
After I took this picture I painted the front door. To the right of the house you can see they entrance to the courtyard - brick pillars topped by balls. This is where I have taken many necklace pictures. Bead Soup blog hoppers frequently commented that they liked the antique bust I used. Well, it wasn't a bust, it was the top to the column.