-Posted by Isaac

What a fantastic week!

For humans and insects alike.

Mostly dry, sixty five degrees, even sunny at times. The world has come alive!

The pollen flow has gone from a trickle to a tidal wave.

Red from the deadnettle, yellow from the willows.

The bees are building, the race is on!

We are well into the splitting process…

… the nuc population of Honeyrun Farm is increasing by the hour,

and by the day.

I’m rushing around from one thing to the next.

But I am thankful for my lovely wife who helps me keep my bearings. She sees to it that I don’t lose track of the more important things in life— like good music. A few days ago we shot down to Nelsonville to watch my favorite drunken poet.

I’ve been in love with Hayes Carll for a few years now. Jayne knew this and made good on a belated birthday present— front row seats, Stuart’s Opera House on a Tuesday night. What a perfect evening, falling into a perfect week.

This song has been kicking around in my head for days.

I love it. Even though I don’t totally understand it. It just makes me feel good, almost patriotic. I listen to it, draw metaphors from the beautiful lyrics, and just look around. Is this it? The American dream? I guess so. I guess it suits me. Bees and trees and flowers and kids and music. The brimming excitement of spring growth.

I’ll leave it at that. I’ve got a phone full of pictures from this week and I’ll go ahead and share my version.

Then play it again. Listen to this Texas poet and think about your own American dream.

I lit the fire, poured out the bottle

Asked the moonlight what it might have seen

If we danced, I can't remember

I fell down into the American Dream

Been too long in the Devil's workshop

So I'm driving the backbone to change the scenery

Here come the horses through purgatory

They fell down into the American Dream

Summer time sunshine, shine on me

Show me where I'm going

I'll find an old friend in El Dorado

Like Harry Dean Stanton on a drive-in screen

A tumbleweed blowing through Paris, Texas

He fell down into the American Dream

Sun-bleached dresses wavin' from a clothesline

Come Saturday evening, they'll have a place to be

I'll pick some flowers to take to her Mama

I fell down into the American Dream

Summer time sunshine, shine on me

Won't you show me where I'm goin'?

Leaving San Francisco for New Orleans

I can hear that rooster crowin'

Spit and polish the ancient story

Love and glory, gold and greed

Nothing changes, even if it wants to

We go down into the American Dream