"Hey Bil nice website, where's your Twiiter Icon?, you should have a Youtube Account. What do you mean your not on Facebook...really, 1 billion other people are doing it why aren't you! If you are wanting people on your site you really should have a blog!!!!!" Ahhhhh.
So what do I do. Do I scream Uncle and submit, or do I disconnect my phone line and pound a stake at the end of my driveway saying 'honey for sale, except for sunday!'..................Shhhh, I'm thinking.
Alright, alright. In the next few weeks I will have my Facebook page up and running (business not personal, sorry not interested) I plan on doing a series of youtube vid's about my season and highlight events on this blog. Trying not to get personal on this blog will be a bit of a challenge. You see beekeeping is my life and my passion. Agriculture is in my blood and being involved in it for as many years as I have (I still am young, although maybe a wee bit of a pessimist!) it is difficult not becoming politically charged!
I think there was a time where people used to talk and look into each other eyes and spend time together. Maybe that never really happened and that is a fairy tale that gives me warm and fuzzy feelings. Then came the radio, my mother said when she was young they used to sit together as a family and listen to programs (all 10 of them). My grandfather made sure they all knew the platforms of the major parties. Then came the t.v., still one per household, family time and interaction. Then t.v.'s went into bedrooms, pc's, cell phone's, ipad's. I can't wait to hear about status parties where people get together to stare down at their mobile devices and update profiles and tweet! Maybe this is already happening. Having said that, I love technology and wouldn't want to go backwards but we need to realize life is about relationship with people and maybe keep a wide and long vision of our life and not get caught up the present. So to open things up I wanted to share a poem that a friend of mine wrote several years ago. Although his experience is far different than mine, it touches something within my spirit.
So what do I do. Do I scream Uncle and submit, or do I disconnect my phone line and pound a stake at the end of my driveway saying 'honey for sale, except for sunday!'..................Shhhh, I'm thinking.
Alright, alright. In the next few weeks I will have my Facebook page up and running (business not personal, sorry not interested) I plan on doing a series of youtube vid's about my season and highlight events on this blog. Trying not to get personal on this blog will be a bit of a challenge. You see beekeeping is my life and my passion. Agriculture is in my blood and being involved in it for as many years as I have (I still am young, although maybe a wee bit of a pessimist!) it is difficult not becoming politically charged!
I think there was a time where people used to talk and look into each other eyes and spend time together. Maybe that never really happened and that is a fairy tale that gives me warm and fuzzy feelings. Then came the radio, my mother said when she was young they used to sit together as a family and listen to programs (all 10 of them). My grandfather made sure they all knew the platforms of the major parties. Then came the t.v., still one per household, family time and interaction. Then t.v.'s went into bedrooms, pc's, cell phone's, ipad's. I can't wait to hear about status parties where people get together to stare down at their mobile devices and update profiles and tweet! Maybe this is already happening. Having said that, I love technology and wouldn't want to go backwards but we need to realize life is about relationship with people and maybe keep a wide and long vision of our life and not get caught up the present. So to open things up I wanted to share a poem that a friend of mine wrote several years ago. Although his experience is far different than mine, it touches something within my spirit.
"Why" by Mike Carr
As I harnessed my hitch for the plowing
A young man came into view
and he said "Old man do tell me,
Why do you do what you do?
Why do you farm with horses?
Why do you bear the strain?
Why do you sweat and toil?
Why do you suffer the pain?
Don't you know there's a world awaiting out there
of power and knowledge and speed?
Why would you stay a prisoner of work refusing at all to be freed?"
So I said to the young man in waiting,
"Sit and I'll speak for a spell.
I'll tell you a thing or maybe two
and why I get on so well.
Now, about this farming with horses.
Well, you see it's like climbing a tree,
but with only one arm to use,
and only one arm to see.
For part of you tends the horses,
and part of you tends the ground.
Part of you watches heaven above,
and part of you just looks around."
"Now all these parts to me add up,
to more than just the sum.
Of all the power, knowledge and speed,
that's gathered under the sun.
And about me being a 'prisoner of work',
well, mercy me there must be a mistake.
The prison you see, must be your own
for I'm in heaven for goodness sake!"
As I harnessed my hitch for the plowing
A young man came into view
and he said "Old man do tell me,
Why do you do what you do?
Why do you farm with horses?
Why do you bear the strain?
Why do you sweat and toil?
Why do you suffer the pain?
Don't you know there's a world awaiting out there
of power and knowledge and speed?
Why would you stay a prisoner of work refusing at all to be freed?"
So I said to the young man in waiting,
"Sit and I'll speak for a spell.
I'll tell you a thing or maybe two
and why I get on so well.
Now, about this farming with horses.
Well, you see it's like climbing a tree,
but with only one arm to use,
and only one arm to see.
For part of you tends the horses,
and part of you tends the ground.
Part of you watches heaven above,
and part of you just looks around."
"Now all these parts to me add up,
to more than just the sum.
Of all the power, knowledge and speed,
that's gathered under the sun.
And about me being a 'prisoner of work',
well, mercy me there must be a mistake.
The prison you see, must be your own
for I'm in heaven for goodness sake!"
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