Tuesday, May 31, 2011

What will you be when you grow up?

"Rabbit," said Pooh to himself. "I like talking to Rabbit. He talks about sensible things. He doesn't use long, difficult words, like Owl. He uses short, easy words, like 'What about lunch?' and 'Help yourself, Pooh'." -- Winnie the Pooh

48-ounce jar of honey
My family tree is void of royalty or wealthy ancestors, and we currently have no doctors or lawyers who would be forced to help us because we call them Uncle or Cousin.

What we do have in the family is a beekeeper: Two of them, actually.

You see, My Guy's grandfather is a 90-plus-year-old keeper of buzzy things. This grandfather has mostly passed on the business to a son, My Guy's uncle.

And we hear that soon My Guy's brother will be starting as a beekeeper journeyman!

That's such a relief. I'd hate to one day be forced to buy grocery store honey.

Just today My Guy returned from a holiday weekend trip to the beekeepery (do you like my made-up word?). Our cupboards and cabinets are again packed, positively chock full, of warm, glimmering, sticky joy.

So, it's with a sincere heart that I tell you, that I urge you my friends, if you have a son or daughter or young person in your life who asks for advice about what they should do in the future: Beg them to become a beekeeper.

You'll never be sorry.


  1. Mmmmm Mmmmm Good. Fresh honey on fresh cornbread.... what a great thing to carry on. Do you eat the honey comb too? I remember having some when I was little, it was pretty good, if I remember correctly.

  2. I actually at one time thought about doing that! I took some horticulture classes at college, thinking it would be like looking through a gardening magazine. Not at all, but I would not quit and ended up being a teacher's assistant and he was working on beekeeping! How fun to have family honey in the house! Enjoy my "sweet" friend!

  3. Nothing quite like homemade honey, Lucky you! yum yum, We have friends who have some hives.

    When my son was small ,he and his friend were playing in the sandbox in our backyard. I looked out the window and saw this huge mass of black over their heads in our apple tree. It was a rouge hive, I quitely told the boys to crawl out to me. I had visions of them being stung,but luckly no one was hurt. We had to call someone to come get the hive. Scary memory!!
    Hugs Lynn

  4. Beekeeping is so wonderful! And lucky you to have fresh, local, beautiful honey at your fingertips!!!!