"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
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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.