Lemon Balm ​ Yesterday the lemon balm was in a pot Today it's taking over a garden bed. ​ I was stunned when I saw it and actually, fell right in... The scent still lingers in my head. ​ What can I say about lemon balm? ​ It's a beautiful, fragrant delight - Just as invasive as it's cousin mint! ​ But if it feeds my bees, I'll be all right. Peach Tree ​ The peach tree hums in Summer's light, Heavy with gifts - a golden sight. ​ Fuzzy suns in leafy arms, Soft with scent and

What started as an ordinary morning in the garden has grown into a comic series inspired by real moments in the apiary, viewed through the lens of imagination. Some stories are based on things that actually happened. Others wander a little further into the WeirdQuarius universe. Either way, every adventure begins with one bee sting. Welcome to the beginning.

WQS-001 is my first honeybee colony. I became a beekeeper because I wanted honey. It sounded simple enough: one hive, one colony, and someday jars of golden honey to use in my soap. What I didn’t expect was everything else the bees would give me. Since welcoming WQS-001 to the garden, I’ve learned that beekeeping is as much about observation as it is about honey. Every inspection, every flight pattern, every unexpected moment has taught me something new—not just about bees, b

This week, I learned an important beekeeping lesson the hard way. After a stretch of windy weather, I took a walk through the garden to check on my plants, birdbath, and beehive. Everything seemed fine, but I noticed that the bees had emptied their syrup feeder. Wanting to be helpful, I decided to slide a refill into the hive.The bees had other opinions. A few seconds later, I received my first bee sting. Fortunately, honeybee stings are a normal part of beekeeping. While no

There’s a moment every season where the garden doesn’t look the way you imagined it would. Not neat. Not orderly. Not finished. Sometimes it looks like too much. Sometimes it looks like not enough. Sometimes it looks like a mess. I stepped outside recently thinking I had everything together — that I had cleaned, prepared, set things in place. But the garden had other ideas. Things had shifted. Grown wild. Spilled over. Returned in ways I didn’t plan. And for a moment, I pause

There’s a quiet kind of magic that happens in a garden. Maybe you’ve felt it too — that hush of early morning when the herbs are still...