Honey baby

June 29, 2010 | Posted By: Annie | No Comments
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The honey bees, they were in my yard, down the street in a shining tower of white boxes, perching on my sugar bowl and humming throughout my childhood. . . Mollie is the champion of all lists, but I think I might just attempt one just for the sake of memory tallying.

the shallow tubs of honey butter my grandfather gifted all his children at Christmas

giant, giant amber jars crystalizing in the basement, purchased by my very thrifty father

a small house across from the grocery store in the middle of my hometown, a big stack of pastel hives perched on the roof

my grandmother’s kitchen, the smell that was left after she poured hot beeswax into ceramic molds in the shape of baskets and rabbits

this video, one of my top ten strange sesame street shorts, the gorgeous lady in the netted hat, she was my hero, the epitome of courage and grace as she smoked those bees to that weird weird music