Tuesday, March 1, 2016
This brings me to a little different point. A dear man who I liked to call the "honey man" died recently. He was 90 years old and I'm sure that part of that long life came from the peaceful craft of beekeeping. Frank lived across the creek from us and was always glad to share his knowledge of bees - I bought many, many jars of honey from him and his wife, Ellen. I always thought he was a connection from my grandpa who I followed around as a little girl while he tended to his bees. Frank and Ellen had a tunnel built into a glass beehive built into their home and he could watch his beloved bees come and go and work the honey while he was eating supper. I don't know if she was as much of an addict as he was.
I will miss his honey and his willingness to share his knowledge of bees as well as his opinions. He was the first person who told me about something awful happening with the bees. But most of all I will miss his quiet, peaceful manner and kindness.
Posted by Diane