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Lolli & Pop's Farm, 1800 W Mead Road, Saint Johns, MI (2026)

05/28/2026

🐝 Hive C Buzz Bulletin – Farm Edition 🌻

Quick update from Hive C—no photos yet (we’re still in our “don’t drop anything and try not to panic” era 😅), but trust us… this one was memorable.

We opened things up yesterday and discovered the bees had been busy doing some freelance construction—right on the inside of the lid. And not just a little bit. Nope. FOUR big sections of comb. Apparently, they thought, “Why use frames when we have ceilings?”
We definitely weren’t expecting that kind of bonus harvest, but we made the most of it—rubber-banded all that rogue comb onto two frames, front and back. Very official. Very professional. (We felt like beekeeping pros for at least 10 minutes.)

Best part? The bees were incredibly chill about the whole thing. No drama, no attitude—just politely watching us undo their “custom architecture.” 🐝✨

We also made a management call and removed the top box to bring them back down to one level. In hindsight, we gave them a little too much space starting out… and they took that freedom very seriously. Lesson learned!

Hive C Status Report:

Unauthorized ceiling build: ✅ handled
Surprise comb jackpot: ✅ secured
Bee vibes: ✅ suspiciously calm
Hive setup: ✅ back to basics

No pictures this time—but give us a little while. We’ve got a feeling we’ll be confidently snapping hive photos soon instead of just telling these wild stories 😄

05/28/2026

Check us out on the tikkytok!

05/27/2026

Farm Life Update: Chaos, Crops & Questionable Decisions 🌱🐻🐝
Well folks… farming continues to keep us humble, entertained, and mildly concerned for our sanity.

First up: the Great Bean Betrayal of 2026.
Turns out we got a bad bag of beans… which is apparently a real thing and not just something you blame when nothing grows. Not a single bush bean sprouted. Not one. So… we’re replanting and pretending this was all part of the plan.

On the bright side, the raised beds are mostly prepped and planted! Still have some sprouting taters waiting for their big debut, but we’re making progress.

Now let’s talk about the cucumbers…
I planted 2 cucumber plants… which actually turned out to be 14 baby cucumbers in disguise.
So if anyone needs cucumbers this summer, fall, winter, or into the next decade—just swing by.

Tomato operations are expanding:

Duck tomatoes (yes, tomatoes planted specifically for the ducks because apparently they are royalty)
Porch tomato & bell pepper (because I could, and no one stopped me)

Fence update:
“We” replaced the short fence with a taller one… and by we I mean Scott did the work while I supervised emotionally. The goal: keep deer out.
The result: TBD.

Speaking of wildlife…
Fozzy the Bear has RETURNED.
He kindly left us a “welcome back” gift by the fence—complete with a paw print so large we didn’t even have to Google it this year. How thoughtful.
Future garden trips will now include… being armed. 😅
Bee report:

Hive A & B: thriving, productive, capped brood, living their best lives
Hive C: chose violence and now requires full PPE just to say hello

So yes—things are growing, buzzing, roaming, and occasionally threatening us… but little by little, we’re getting it done.
At the end of the day, it’s just us—a mighty (and slightly outmatched) team of two—out here trying to outsmart beans, deer, bears, and spicy bees.

Stay tuned. This is far from over. 🌿🐾🐝

05/25/2026

UPDATE! Plant babies have been rehomed! 🚨

We’ve got:🍅 4 dozen tomato plants🫑 1 dozen bell pepper plants

Just $1 each because apparently our garden ambition exceeded our available dirt 😂

Healthy, happy, and ready to live their best veggie lives in YOUR garden. Porch pickup only — introverts rejoice 🙌

Message me before the tomato rebellion begins 🌱

05/19/2026

Buffy the Bee Whisperer (Apparently) 🐝
So… we did a thing.
On Sunday, we officially picked up two honeybee hives and brought them home like the calm, rational, totally-prepared beekeepers we obviously are. We got them settled into their new homes, tucked them in, and stepped back feeling like proud new parents.
“Look at us,” I thought. “We have bees.”
Fast forward less than 24 hours.
Monday afternoon, there’s a knock at the door. Our neighbors’ kids are standing there, wide-eyed and hopeful.
“Do you keep bees?” they ask.
Now, in my head, I’m thinking:
“Yes… for approximately one day.”
But out loud, with what I can only assume was unearned confidence, I say,
“Yes, we do!”
They proceed to inform me that there is a giant hive situation happening on their fence… and they, notably, do not keep bees. A key detail.
Naturally, the kids are very excited. Like, you are clearly the expert we’ve been waiting for excited.
So I say, “Sure! I can come take a look.”
What could go wrong, right?

I text Scott:
“We have a swarm to catch.”
He immediately calls me, clearly spiraling, thinking our brand-new bees had already packed their bags and left for greener pastures.
Nope. These were bonus bees. Surprise bees. Opportunity bees.

We suit up, trying to look like we know exactly what we’re doing, and head over. And honestly? It felt like walking into some kind of National Geographic moment… except we were the slightly underqualified hosts.
And then… magic.
The bees were so docile. Like, suspiciously polite. We spotted the queen quickly (which felt like the universe saying, “I got you, newbie”), and I gently placed her in a queen cage inside our box.
And then came the part I will never forget:
I started scooping bees by the literal handful.
HUNDREDS. OF. BEES.
Just… calmly buzzing in my hands like this was a completely normal Monday activity. No big deal. Just me, casually holding a living cloud.
It was honestly one of the most surreal and beautiful experiences I’ve ever had. There’s something incredible about being that close to nature and realizing, “Oh… we’re doing this now. This is who I am.”

By the end of it, we had successfully relocated the swarm and brought home our unexpected third hive.
Yes. Third.
We have been beekeepers for one full day and already expanded our operation by 50%.
Scott is still trying to process the fact that:

We now have three hives, and
We are already out of backup supplies

😂
Meanwhile, I have fully leaned in.
I’m already like,
“I cannot wait to catch more swarms.”
“Is this my calling?”
“Is this my new side hustle?”

So if you need me, I’ll be out here rebranding.
✨ Buffy the Bee Whisperer ✨
Catching swarms, holding bees, and confidently saying “Yes, we keep bees” with absolutely zero hesitation… regardless of how long that has actually been true.
Stay tuned. I have a feeling this is just the beginning. 🐝

05/12/2026

Farm Life Update (a.k.a. Controlled Chaos, Spring Edition 🌱🐓)

Well friends, we have officially entered “this seemed like a good idea at the time” season on the farm.

First up — the greenhouse beds are planted! And in a shocking display of self-control, we actually stuck to the plan:
4 tomatoes, 1 green pepper, 1 basil, and 2 companion flowers per bed.
Who are we?! Growth, maturity, restraint… it’s all happening.
BUT.

We failed to account for the marigold uprising of 2026. Apparently, last year’s flowers had big dreams and zero respect for personal space, because there are now thousands (yes, thousands) of tiny marigold babies popping up everywhere. Every square inch is like, “Surprise! I’m festive!” 🌼 This should be interesting…

Meanwhile, the pollinator field has been freshly groomed and reseeded — basically a spa day for the bees and butterflies. Scott has been out there living his best “weekend warrior” life doing w**d maintenance and tackling approximately 97 other chores in his so-called “free time.” (Free time is apparently farm code for “more work, but outside.”)

Duck update: everyone is doing great, and yes — we officially decided not to rehome our boys, Lucky & Crackers. They are, in fact, just doing what ducks do… and apparently the girls are fully on board with that situation. Nature is… enthusiastic.

In strawberry news, I am attempting a comeback tour by replacing the plants we lost. We’ll see how that goes — cautiously optimistic, but not emotionally investing just yet.

The fruit trees are showing off like it’s their job. We’ve got gorgeous blooms across the board, which means we’re on track for pears, plums, peaches, nectarines, and apples this year. If all goes well, prepare yourselves — fruit deliveries may be aggressively forced upon you.

And in a plot twist: we had considered waiting a year to start raising meat birds… but between the state of the world and everything I’ve learned about store-bought meat (😬), we are officially starting them up soon. Farm-to-table life, round (who’s counting anymore?) — here we go.

AND THE BIG NEWS:
We pick up our honeybees this Friday!! 🐝

I am beyond excited — like, cannot-sit-still excited — to bring them home and unbox them into their new hives. It’s giving “tiny flying livestock” and I am absolutely here for it.

So in summary:
We’re planting (plus accidental bonus planting), we’re w**ding, we’re ducking, we’re replanting, we’re fruiting, we’re raising, and we’re about to become beekeepers.

Send snacks. And possibly a marigold removal crew.

Stay tuned. 🌿
God Bless.

03/23/2026

🚨 Roommate Package Deal Alert 🚨
We’ve got two very handsome gentlemen looking for a new zip code 🦆🦆
Meet Nemitz (Black Swedish)& Ross(Rouen)—1 year old, best buds, and absolutely not accepting applications for separation (they’ve made that VERY clear… loudly… at all hours 😅).
✔️ Good boys
✔️ Loyal to each other
✔️ Excellent conversationalists (especially at sunrise)
✔️ Just helping us “re-balance” our flock before things get… too romantic around here 🙃
If you’ve got room for a dynamic duck duo and want to upgrade your backyard entertainment, these guys are your dream team.
Message me if you’re ready to welcome some waddling chaos + friendship goals into your life 💛

03/16/2026

🐓 Life on the Farm: Soap, Sap, Seeds, and Surprise Duck Math
There’s something deeply satisfying about using something you made with your own two hands—and today, that honor goes to our tallow soap. After weeks of curing, waiting, sniffing, and maybe poking it once or twice, we finally used it. And let me just say: I feel CLEAN. Like, pioneer‑approved, farm‑fresh, “I could churn butter after this” clean. Worth every ounce of effort.

Speaking of sweet rewards, let’s talk maple syrup. Our modest goal was a single pint—just enough to dip a pinky in, taste it dramatically, and declare the season a success. Instead, the trees apparently decided to absolutely show off. The sap has been flowing like you wouldn’t believe, and we are officially ruined. Store‑bought maple syrup? Regular syrup? Hard pass. We will never go back. Ever. We are maple people now.

🌱 We Don’t Eat Here Anymore, We Germinate
In our dining room, we’re riding high on our third wave of planting, and everything is growing like it got the memo that it’s farm season. Seed trays everywhere, sunlight carefully chased, and not a single flat wasted. Even the loofah plants—our greatest gamble—are thriving. We planted 18 seeds, fully expecting maybe one lonely survivor if the stars aligned just right. Friends… it looks like we’re getting all 18. Apparently loofahs love commitment and optimism.

And then there are the ducklings. Oh, the ducklings.
They arrived tiny, fluffy, and healthy—all four fitting into one of my hands like a living stress ball of joy. They’ll be three weeks old this Wednesday, which feels impossible because they are already rewriting the rules. The kiddie pool? Outgrown by day three. They were hopping out like, “Thanks, but we’ve got places to be.”
So naturally, we upgraded them to… the upstairs bathtub. And honestly? It’s working out just fine. (For now.) Warm, safe, easy to clean, and surprisingly calm—though I’m not sure how long that peace will last. Which brings me to a moment of reflection:
How did we ever survive 17 ducklings in a play yard in a bedroom last spring?! Truly. I remember the odor.

Growth happens in many forms.

As we juggle soap batches, syrup boils, seed trays, and rapidly expanding waterfowl, we’re also sending up a collective prayer for real spring weather to arrive in the next couple of weeks. Honestly. We’re ready for sunshine, muddy boots, and that feeling that winter has finally loosened its grip.

Until then, we’ll be here—washing up with handmade soap, sweetening everything with our own syrup, planting with reckless optimism at the dining room table, and raising ducklings in places ducks were never meant to live.

Farm life: messy, magical, and completely worth it. 🌱🦆🍁

02/17/2026

Life on the farm has been wild lately—in the best kind of “we-signed-up-for-this… right?” way. 😅
We’ve officially entered our Tallow Era, rendering down animal fat like a couple of pioneers and turning it into soap and lotion. 🤠🧼 I swear the kitchen smelled like hard work and questionable choices for two days, but hey—skin will be silky!
Sunday we tapped the maple trees, feeling very proud and capable… and by Monday the buckets were already overflowing like they were trying to win some kind of tree-sap competition. 🍁😳 Lesson learned: trees do not take days off.
And then—tiny miracles! The seeds we planted on 2/6 decided to show up to the party. 🌱 Tomatoes, basil, and onions are poking through like, “Hi, yes, we will be taking over your windowsill now.” The peppers, however, are holding out like dramatic divas who need a personal invitation.
Meanwhile, we’re preparing the baby duck area so it’s ready for their arrival… but let’s be honest: for the first week I’m just going to snuggle them like a full‑time duck nanny. 🦆💛 Productivity may be limited but serotonin levels will be HIGH.
Through all the crazy, all the mess, all the projects—we’re reminded again and again: God is good! 🙌
Farm life is busy… but oh, it is beautiful.

01/20/2026

🐝 Bee-coming Parents: The Farm’s Buzzing New Adventure Begins! 🌱
Gather ‘round, friends of the farm, because we have BIG news—possibly the buzziest news we've ever had.
We just ordered TWO NUKS of honeybees.
That’s right. Not nukes like the government watches…
NUKS, as in “starter bee families with a queen who hopefully tolerates us.”
These tiny, majestic, slightly judgmental creatures will arrive in May, which gives us exactly four months to convince ourselves we’re ready. To prepare for parenthood, we joined a Bee Club—because when you voluntarily order thousands of stinging insects, it’s important to have a support group.
This club is full of wonderfully knowledgeable humans who talk about bees the same way some people talk about their grandchildren. We’re already learning important technical terms like:

“Bee space” – not an intergalactic movie sequel
“Nectar flow” – not a smoothie flavor
“Propolis” – the glue bees make so they can seal things like adorable, furry construction workers

I’m just saying… if these bees ask for a 401k match, we might be in trouble.

🌶️ Meanwhile in the Garden: Operation Seed Explosion
While we wait for our winged tenants to arrive, we’re diving into seed starting this weekend like two people who have absolutely no chill.
The plan?
Start veggies in waves.
Why waves?
Because last year we accidentally grew all our tomatoes at once and briefly considered opening a roadside stand called “The Tomato Apocalypse.”
This year’s strategy is more refined:
Vegetable Launch Schedule 2026

Wave 1: The Overachievers (lettuce, herbs, those tomatoes that think they own the place)
Wave 2: The Drama Queens (peppers, more lettuce, herbs, tomatoes, anything that needs therapy and a heating pad)
Wave 3: The Giants (squash, cucumbers, melons—aka the garden’s linebackers)

Will everything germinate perfectly? Probably not. OR per usual, they all germinate and multiply like dandelions.
Will we talk to the seedlings like they’re tiny children at a talent show? Absolutely.

🐝 + 🌱 = Chaos We Can’t Wait For
So here we are:

Two bee colonies on the way
A seed‑starting marathon planned
Membership in a bee club where everyone knows more than we do
And a farm bracing for the most ambitious spring we’ve attempted yet

We don’t know where this journey will lead, but one thing’s for sure:
It’s about to get REAL buzzy around here.
Stay tuned for updates, potential sting counts, pictures of seedlings, and possibly the moment we realize the bees have officially unionized.

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