Feeling old fashioned and domestic + Oh my goodness, Chris. Come down slowly.

Chris and I decided we were going to have a "work around the house" day today. We got up early and got our plans started. We trimmed the bushes beside the deck, kind of ( more on that later), painted the chimney, painted the shutters, hung a new outside light, and froze some corn from the garden so we could have fresh corn this winter.

I love gallon freezer bags. No, seriously, I love them. Does that make me weird? I also love freezing stuff from the garden. It makes me get all nostalgic thinking about being young and canning with mom. It seems like such a house wife, old fashioned, Pioneer Woman thing to do. Isn't it beautiful?
Now, back to the subject of trimming the two shrubs beside the deck... Why are they only half done, you ask?

Here is why. Yes, Virginia, those are bees. A shit load of bees, I might add.
You can see where the ladder is. Chris was standing on the ladder. See how close it is to the gaggle of bees? Yeah. I know. Chris leaned over to trim some of the limbs on top and I happened to see it. I didn't want to freak him out so I tapped his leg and told him to come down. "Why? I'm almost done."

" Seriously, Chris, come down."

He gets off the ladder and I point to the swarm. His face turned white as a sheet.

Here he is contemplating how he is going to finish this job to move on to the next one. Turns out they were honey bees and the weren't particularly interested in ruining Chris' day. They had honey to make. He finished without any trouble. We have called Chris' cousin Billy, whose fiance studied honey bees as part of her master's program at Virginia Tech. She is coming to get them, we hope. :)