Sunday, December 7, 2025

All I Want for Christmas is a Hornet's Nest

Yes, you heard me right. A hornet's nest. Ever since seeing one in a display case in a shop in Paducah, I have longed to find one to hang at Farm Dover. 


I'm fascinated by the artistry of these papery nests that look to me like exquisite natural sculptures. I'm not the only one to be struck by these architectural wonders; a New York Times October article stated that these nests were fetching up to $250 for use in interior decor. Don't worry, hornets (technically bald-faced yellowjackts) don't reuse old nests; queens start new ones each spring.  

New colonies are founded by a single overwintered, inseminated queen. She builds a small nest and rears the first generation on her own until they are functional. They, in turn, become workers and assume the chore of expanding the nest to accommodate 400-700 yellowjackets. 

The process of nest building is remarkable. The yellowjackets chew up wood, which mixes with a starch in their saliva. They then spread it around with their mandibles and legs, and it dries into a papery structure. In early fall, the queen bee lays one last clutch of eggs. Once hatched, those new queens and males leave the nest to mate. Fertilized queens then search for a protected place to overwinter, while the old queen and workers that are left behind will eventually freeze to death. So, after a few frosts, it is safe to retrieve the nests responsibly.

This summer, as we were working in the woods near the front of Farm Dover, Ed spotted a nest lodged high up in a silver maple tree. It was nearly impossible to see as it was camouflaged by the leaves. We watched it all summer and waited patiently for the leaves to fall and the freezes to come and kill any remaining bees. 

Earlier this week, Ed took a chainsaw to the maple tree and brought down the nest.


It was far more fragile than either of us anticipated and we had to be gentle hoisting it from the blackberry brambles into which it fell. It was also far more exquisite than I anticipated with beautiful, marbled papery layers forming an outer covering, and multiple tiers of hexagonal combs inside. Support pedestals and columns attached it to the tree. The nest features a single entrance hole. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. 


We probably left it up in the tree too long. A week of snow had dampened the paper covering and it wanted to fall apart as we tried to lift it. Still, it is a beautiful artifact. It currently resides on our porch table and I'm looking forward to studying it with our grandchildren and young visitors. Eventually, I'd like to hang it from the porch ceiling. Some people swear that a used nest tricks carpenter bees into thinking that the area is already occupied. And that would be a great way to discourage these bees from commandeering our back porch. 

I hope you get what you want for Christmas.  I know I did! Merry Christmas.



Monday, November 3, 2025

Fall Ramble

Seems like every fall we take a car trip. This year was no exception. We are just back from 10-day, 1700-mile rambling circuit that took us to Charlottesville, VA; Cape Charles, VA (Eastern Shore); Mt. Cuba Center, DE; Philadelphia, PA (Fishtown); Brooklyn, NY; Pittsburgh, PA, Cincinnati, OH. You might wonder how we came up with our itinerary, and for that, full credit goes to Ed. He has an uncanny ability to find interesting places -- many off the beaten path -- for us to visit. It’s one of his (many) super powers. Here's how it usually works: 

Ed says: "Let's take a trip this fall." And I say: "Great, what do you have in mind?" He then proceeds to outline a trip he has (evidently) been contemplating for some time -- mostly to places I've never given much thought to. 

In this case, he proposed that we head east to Charlottesville, and visit Charlie and Nancy, a law school friend and his wife with whom we had recently reconnected in Brooklyn. From there, he suggested our route would take us south to Norfolk and then up the Eastern Shore of Virginia, which is separated from the mainland by the Chesapeake Bay. He thought Cape Charles, a small town on the bay looked "interesting." To appease me, he then proposed that we stop at Mt. Cuba Center, a botanic garden that I had wished for a long time to visit. From there, he wanted to visit Fishtown, a neighborhood in Philadelphia known for it artistic community, eclectic businesses, and delightful restaurants. Our northern-most destination was a no-brainer: Brooklyn to visit with Mary, Brian and 21-month old Roscoe!

On the way home, he put forward stops in the Ironbound neighborhood of Newark, NJ to check out "Little Portugal" for breakfast and "The Strip District" in Pittsburgh for dinner. So that was our plan, and it worked out wonderfully. Here are the highlights from each stop.

Charlottesville, VA

Stayed with our friends: Nancy and Charlie

Our friends live on a beautiful farm and raise Longhorn cattle. 
Charlie and Ed catching up on 55+ years of friendship.
Nancy took us on a tour of The Grounds at UVA.

While in Charlottesville, we sat in on a law school class taught by Charlie
and enjoyed Nancy's spectacular gardens.

Stops along the way to Cape Charles, VA

Berkeley Plantation,
birthplace of William Henry Harrison

Great Dismal Swamp National Wildlife Refuge

Cape Charles, VA

Stayed at the Hotel Cape Charles; dinner at The Shanty.



Mt. Cuba Center
Stayed at the Inn at Montchanin Village
 
Three miles of trails with native flora to explore

Mt. Cuba is known for its plant research and trails.
Native plantings surround the historic

Philadelphia, PA (Fishtown)
Before dinner beer at Frankford Hall beer garden
Delightful Lebanese dinner at Suraya 


La Colombe: Incredible coffee shop in Fishtown


Best pizza at Pizzeria Beddia; followed by soft-serve espresso ice cream

Took the train to Independence Hall and (sort of) saw the Liberty Bell

Reading Terminal Market. To his delight, Ed found Turkish Delights.

Red Hook, Brooklyn (with an afternoon trip into Manhattan)
Stayed at Red Hook Lodge
Lovely dinner at Café Kestrel in Red Hook
Brunch with our friends: Doreen and Lew

MoMa retrospective of Ruth Asawa, also stop at Strand Books.

Brunch with the kids: Charlie and Roscoe

A lap full

A morning in the park with Roscoe

Hi from the High Line 

A sandwich to go from Defonte's 

So hard to say "goodbye."
Newark, NJ
Little Portugal
First stop: Lisbon Wine and Liquors for long-sought-after Portuguese brandy
Second Stop: Pao Da Terra


Late breakfast of pasteis de nata

Pittsburgh, PA
Stayed at the Marriott AC Hotel in Strip District
Best dinner yet at Bar Marco

Bar Marco: still dreaming of that dinner

Cincinnati, OH
one last (unplanned) stop: Jungle Jim's International Market

Just wanted to see it. 

Farm Dover, KY
Home. Sweet. Home.





Thursday, September 4, 2025

And the celebration continues: Kentucky style

July found us celebrating Jack and Kasia's wedding in Poland. Labor Day weekend found us continuing the celebration in Kentucky. And what a wonderful celebration it was....


We are delighted that Jack and Kasia have found each other. We wanted our friends and family to meet her and fall in love with her as much as we have. And that, seemed like a good reason to have a party 

We tidied up the farm, hired Farm to Fork to cater a blended Polish/Kentucky menu, engaged Celtucky to provide music, rented picnic tables, enlisted friends to arrange flowers, put up lights, and set up a ping-pong table and corn hole game. Even Mother Nature went all out, providing the most glorious evening, especially for the last of August. 

Our kids and grandkids came from Berlin, Brooklyn and New Albany, all pitching in to get ready for a late summer picnic as never seen before at Farm Dover. 

Friends and family came to meet Kasia and wish the newly-weds a long and happy life together.  From Ed's and my perspective, it could not have been a better occasion. Love abounded. Laughter filled the air. 


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And some more happy pics....