Well, here we are sitting at home on another rainy day...waiting for a camping lamp to arrive from a camping webwinkel. We need one for inside the garden shed, so I do not have to remove the incredibly heavy internal blockade each time we go there. It is so good as winter now and so it is quite dark in that little house especially with all the foliage of the wisteria, clematis and lonicera which grows over the sides and top of the pergola in front. When my Bride took this foto and showed me we both thought that the hous and pergola resembled an iron age sod dwelling. The gobbeldy-goop on the foreground is a the mulch over one of the beds. It is meant to be there. In fact, let me bore you with foto’s of the four veggie quadrants—SW & NW: SE: NE: The first of the quadrants featured shows two quadrants, never mind that you cannot see the NW quad properly, you can see so good as all four of them. I forgot that NW quadrant diddn’t I. You can see that there is still Phacelia and Borage blooming, and so those beds or bed portions have not yet been put into the winter mode, but as you can guess, they are so good as winterized...just as soon as the bees stop flying, I shall pull those plants and lie them on the soil. Say goodnight, Gracie. Now then mates, I had spoken about the bee frame “rack” that my Bride came up with to store some frames throughout the winter. Here are a couple of foto’s showing how the set up works : Then a close-up: It is going to work just fine. These will be the first to go into the melter, come spring. We made our melter ourselves out of an old beer cooler, bricks, a silicone receptical and a discarded glass plate. Yeah, it isn’t pretty but it works as good as a proper one and cost a great deal less. Every day we do a little bit more in the garden, taking advantage of little stints of decent weather. Well, when we got home we got a scare when we saw this giant chicken’s foot under the little bridge outside our east window. All I saw was its foot and that was enough for me ! Being a chook eater, I hid under the bed until it was gone—I of course thought that it had come to wreak revenge for taking all those eggs and having the occasional drumstick. It felt like Jurassic Park where someone took dino eggs and mamma came to recover them. Well, you know what I mean...it is so good as an accurate comparison, right? Things have calmed down now and I can’t even find a feather from big bird’s visit. Just as well, his feathers would probably as good as cover our whole apartment building.