More to be desired are they than gold,
even much fine gold, sweeter also than honey,
and drippings of the honeycomb
A few weeks ago, my dad called the "bee man" (we can never remember his real name because we always call him the bee man) to come take the bee boxes and do whatever he wanted to do with them. The bees were supposedly gone, so what good was a bunch of empty bee boxes? Anyway, the bee guy came, walked out to the boxes and came back to tell my dad that we had "anpil siwo" (alot of honey)!
So my dad gave him a large pan to collect the honey into. "Non, non, bezwen anko vesso" (No, no, i need another container) So he went out to collect the sweet honey, returning with at least a gallon of honey! We all gathered around the big containers of honey to watch as they squeezed the honeycomb to get all of the thick, sweet honey out. We ended up with alot of honey, and everyone got some honeycomb to chew on! Here are a few pictures!
|Sweet and sticky!|
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
|We all got a turn to help|
|The "Bee man"|
|One of the large bowls of honeycomb|
One who is full loathes honey, but to one who is hungry everything bitter is sweet.