by some local apiarists.
We were lucky enough to enjoy the fruits of their labour
(and the bees of course)
No - they're finger dipping!
Just another example of how 'putting it out there' can work.
I've often fondly remember munching away on real honeycomb,
freshly removed from a hive on my Grandfather's property,
when I was a little girl.
I always keep an eye out at markets, when local producers are selling their honey.
Just in case I might be able to share the oozingly sweet experience with my boys.
Putting a full piece into your mouth, biting down into the soft wax,
sweetness flowing out of the wee holes.
Chewing and chewing until your left with a firm, empty, small piece of wax.
A huge grin and sticky chin.
What a sublime treat!
I often ask the market stallholders about honeycomb,
but they normally prefer to keep their hives intact.
Then one day I met Helga and gave her my number...just in case...
Nearly two months after our first meeting, she called me with a wonderful surprise...
A whole lot of honeycomb!
My boys were as ecstatic and elated as I was.
We've been enjoying it daily together, and with our friends.
So much goodness