Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Beekeeper

Since I was about 7 years old when I accidentally jumped over a bee swarm on a meadow near my granddad's house where we lived then, my dad has been a beekeeper. More or less he took this work seriously because bees are fragile living beings. An old saying says that a bee dies like human being and not like other animals (Slovenian language has special word for dying of an animal and special one for human beings). We didn't eat lots of honey at home but all that we did had been produced by dad. It seems to me that he took beekeeping more seriously this year. He has a huge knowledge but he is not persistent enough to work with the bees as he should. Yesterday mom invited me over to have lunch with them. Later they were going to visit my grandparents and dad decided to bring some honey to my uncle who lives in the vicinity of grandparents. Dad was telling me about the new glasses that he is going to use to store honey in and about the stickers he is going to have. I had only 5 minutes to make a sticker for this glass of honey, so I quickly drew one. Right, the bee is missing but there was no more time for that. Perhaps next time. It is important that dad liked it.
Later at home I made myself banana shake. I can hardly eat bananas by themselves but I love all the things made of them. Lately I've been making myself this simple drink of banana, yogurt, cinnamon, maple syrup and some chocolate chips. Delicious!

1 comment:

Kari said...

That is so very interesting about your dad being a beekeeper. Honey is an absolute favorite around our house. My kids love to eat honey on warm biscuits. And, peanut butter, honey and banana sandwiches are great, too.