Tales from the homestead. 🏡 -The bumblebee costume.


Tales from the homestead. 🏡 


The bumblebee costume.

When the babies were at nursery school, they went through a costume phase in which they insisted they wanted to dress up in a costume for school. It was where dressing up would be the first order of the day. We will race to the dressing up corner  at school and dress like fairies or bumblebees for the rest of the day and I thought nothing of it till they probably studied bees and insects at school or researched them then their next stage was sugar water. They walked around the house with bottles of water that they sipped on intermittently then my electric iron’s plate turned brown and started smelling like burnt syrup. It took me a while to find out that someone had added sugar to my electric iron refill water bottle. It was so hilarious, I forgot to frown but it is taking me a while to replace the iron. Young people seem to have a phase in their lives in which they wreck the house as they try to make sense of their world and surroundings🌍 and If you can be patient and understanding, you might learn something alongside them too.

I’m off to go get another electric iron...

If you wish to help or know more about bumble bees, please visit

https://www.bumblebeeconservation.org/about-bees/

for more information.
and if you need to know where to purchase an electric iron, comment below. ; )

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