Besides being a warm and caring preacher to his congregation and a wonderful person, Brother E. is also a bee keeper. For years he has tended his hives, showed us how they work and shared with us the proceeds of his hobby. His honey is one of my favorite things about summer. It is golden and delicious.
Not to mention it’s made from our backyard pollen so it’s good for our allergies. It’s all natural and oh so delicious. The flavor varies a little from year to year, depending on where his bees decide to play. See those tiny little bits at the bottom?
That’s the stuff that comes with the honey as it’s scraped off the honeycomb by Brother E.’s own two hands. Other folks might be bothered by it, but not me. Personally, I think we all go way overboard on the hand sanitizer germ phobia thing these days. And the three second rule is more like the twenty second rule in our house, especially if I happened to have dropped a shortbread cookie. As daddy says, a little dirt never hurt anybody. Those little specks in the bottom of the honey jar aren’t dirt. They’re just a sign that everything in that jar is the real deal, and I can’t wait to smear it on some biscuits. I can eat a fancy schmancy dessert with the best of ‘em, but in my opinion, nothing beats a buttered biscuit dripping with fresh honey. Well, except maybe a homemade shortbread cookie.
