
We had to wait for a while to get the smoker going good, so we entertained ourselves with this cicada. He was just out of his shell and couldn't fly yet.

Ahhhh. Got the smoker going good. Nothing like having a bunch of drunk bees on your hands. My husband's a cop, though. He knows how to handle drunks.
Oh. Sorry about this one. This is when I dropped the camera after a bee got stuck in my hair.
Yum-a-licious. This is dark because it is a corner of the hive with bee bread and pollen and stuff still in it. I ate it and it was gooood. And my eyes weren't so swollen this morning, so maybe it helped my allergies.











6 comments:
Oh my! I love fresh honey I haven't had any in awhile.
Amazing--and a good science lesson for your daughter.
Oh,,,,, I am so jealou...I mean so happy that you have all that fresh honey, even though I have none over here....
I'm with Mama Hen:)
Sweet! Now that's pure gold!:)
Awesome! Your honey is a totally different color than my parents. I guess a few miles make a big difference!
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