Rooftop Honey: An Unexpected Treat
A beekeeper came to our house a couple of days ago, climbed onto our roof, hacked into a dormer and pulled out a big hive. He tucked its pieces into a sectioned box and took the bees home with him. If all went as planned then the queen bee was in one of those sections, and the hive will live on. If not, at least we tried.
Neither my husband nor I wanted to call an exterminator. Not only are bees struggling worldwide, but these particular ones are very mellow. I haven’t been stung once, even when one got tangled in my sundress. So even though we didn’t want the bees living in our roof, we didn’t want them killed either. Much like a litter of stray kittens or pups, we simply wanted to find them a good home.
So I was pleasantly surprised when the beekeeper left us a small section of honeycomb to eat. That’s it in the photo above, complete with a wandering bee. I love fresh honeycomb. In fact, I swear by it when I feel a cold coming on, and always like to have a jar of it in the house.
I knew the fresh honeycomb was going to be yummy stuff – but, wow! This is the most amazing honey I have ever tasted. Every time I take a bite of that sticky, waxy comb, I close my eyes and let the separate flavors come, one at a time:
First, there’s a sweet honey flavor, but this deepens into something nearly like molasses…
Then, just as the flavors are pulling away and you think you’re done, another taste blooms in your mouth.
This last flavor, in fact, tastes like flowers!
I love that our bee invasion had a happy ending. I consider that chunk of honeycomb rent for their stay. And now, of course, I am intrigued by the idea of beekeeping.
An Impromptu Road Trip
I don’t know how much blogging or other writing I’ll be doing for the next couple of weeks. My husband and I are making an emergency road trip to visit and ailing family member on Long Island, New York.
We have our house/cat/fish/bird sitter all lined up, so after I post this, I’ll finish packing and plan our driving route. I’m taking my iPhone and my netbook, but not sure how connected I’ll be. I’m sure I’ll be Tweeting lots of photos via Instagr.am along the way.
I sure wish our road trip were under happier circumstances. On the bright side, our car gets 72 miles per gallon.
I have definitely got what Anne Lamott would call a “shitty first draft.” The question of the moment is how to polish this lovely turd. Charming imagery, eh? Actually, my husband read an article about someone who actually polished a turd. Talk about taking a metaphor to extremes! I’m planning something more figurative, more alchemical, a “turd into gold” scenario, perhaps.
Anyway, since we will be traveling, I have downloaded an .rtf version of this messy mass of words from yarny.me cloud and will tinker with it in any spare moments that may arise on our family trip.
I wonder how all the other ROW80 folks are doing this week?