Saturday, January 8, 2011


My father had beehives as a hobby when I was a child. We had hives in our garden. when he collected honey, our kitchen was full of sweet dripping hives. You could take a piece of honey filled wax and chew it like gum, it was heaven. During dinner bees came in through the window and we were not allowed to scare them away, instead we had to stay very still until they went away. I thank him for this respect to nature that he taught me. He passed away two years ago, today we would be celebrating his birthday.

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