My grandfather had honey bees and I have very vivid childhood memories of a kitchen filled with 5 gallon buckets coved with cheese cloth with honey straining through. I remember the sweet taste of that childhood honey, it was magical. I love the fact that my dad now sits with my daughter passing down his own father’s passion to his granddaughter. My daughter has suddenly become me, although I think she has a far great interest that I did. I was just in it for the sweet stuff, she wants to know all about the bees and the process.
She has a God given love for all creatures great and small.
I am still in it for the magical sweet stuff but I am also enjoying capturing our family history through my lens.
I am so thankful for Family Tradition,
Cha Cha
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