Honey @ MindSay

Campbell's Honey is located near the village of Dartford, snug in the rolling hills of Northumberland County, Ontario, Canada. Each summer these apiarists unwrap their beehives and help raise their insect populations to great strengths in order to harvest the nectar from local flowers. This summer something is different - now the Canadian beekeeper is blogging about the process on the Sugar Blog Network.


Follow along as Barehugs describes the business and apicultural technology necessary to make 26 tonnes of pure Canadian honey. He talks about the science and the art of beekeeping. Its a lifestyle.

Is Honey Good For You?
Years ago I wrote an article called Is Honey Good For You? which has gained a lot of attention and has since become the number one Google search result for that question.  There is a lot of information in there about health and bacteria and the benefits of eating honey. There is also a great deal of insight into art of making and selling and even cooking with single variety honey - that's honey that was made from just one flower source and its the latest rage with gourmet chefs.

U.S. Bees are still facing an epidemic!  But, God willing/Insha'llah, enough will survive to keep our trees bearing fruit and honey for our toast and tea!  Go, go, bee immune systems! May God protect this vital area of our eco system!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/video/2008/mar/05/bees?gusrc=rss&feed=networkfront

I have a cough that just wont leave my throat feeling anything more than I swallowed a brillo pad. I could give Barry White a run for his money! "Oooh baby, ... You know how I like iiiiiit." (I should have done a video post!!)

So what shall I do?? I drink a lot of tea with honey. Today I chose a nice rich Darjeeling loose leaf.


I loved how this looked when I set it down to grab something. I had to take a picture.

And because I haven't loaded a picture of cute things...

Aww. Kittahs!

Well gotta head out.

Just in case the bees don't make it maybe we should all stock up on Honey while there is still plenty of it around.

 

Today was shopping day for me. I got some potting soil because I am going to have to move some of the petunias I planted in pots this year. Every single seed seems to have come up and the pots are way too crowded. So I am going to move some out in the yard around the fence or maybe in some bare spots around trees. And I will put more soil in the pots..and still have plenty in there to make my porch look nice.

 

I also got a new cheap wristwatch. I got a cheap one because it's what I wear when I am doing gardening or housework and it gets wet and banged around so I don't want a really good one for that.

 

Other than that it was just your normal groceries. I stocked up on flour and sugar. And I bought too many sweets :( Why must they put the pastry section right next to the fruits???? It's just mean!!

end of the evening  . . . showered and a close shave . . .

 

(I got used to shaving  just before bed . . . when I was human)

 

 . . . the feeling of settling in bed, under the covers  . . . the weight of the sheet and quilt, a comforter if its cool enough and the way the pillow seems to fit just into the right spot  . . . there’s  the coolness that hits  your eyes  when the light is turned out, the air seems a bit clearer . . . 

 

and then, let out a breath  . . . and listen . . .

 

(a few hours before . . . I got up  . . . checked my email, opened my schedule, focused the mental pictures . . . the jobsite, the people and what the finished work would look like  . . . reaching for coffee and socks . . . jeans . . . and my gym bag . . . the rest of the day, beginning, picking up, a bit of momentum . . .)

 

and then, let out a breath  . . . and listen . . .

 

(missing the sweet  fragrance of sex and scent, the trace of perfume and lotion . . . warm breath directing me  to a kiss in the dark and a sweet sweet whisper . . . fingertips and a silent ‘yes’ . . . or even just a kiss goodnight, but the tender curve tucked against my chest . . . taking my arm and tucking it around  . . . sharing  the pillow  . . . and a promise of an intimate early morning . . . that time for  us will stand still . . . but for now, rest)

 

and listen . . . and still  you’re not there . . .

 

G.

P.S.  . . . one more day . . .