I have recently acquired a HUGE collection of vintage honey pots that we have been selling in the shop and at shows.
Huge means tens and tens and tens. They fascinate me.
Maybe it is because I still carry a vivid visual of reading Winnie
the Pooh stories as a child and Pooh sticking his paws in tree stumps
and pulling them out dripping with honey.
Maybe it is because my Dad raised bees at Parsonage #1 when I was growing up. He specialized in cut comb honey and sold it in local grocery stores and won ribbons for it at the Wisconsin State Fair.
These honey pots are fascinating. Made from glass, pottery, china --they are little works of art that hold that beautiful golden liquid.
Well, Dear Husbola raised bees as a child and has returned to the hobby in his semi-retirement.
It is quite a procedure to remove the frames from the skeps laden with honey. Then slicing the tops off the cells with a hot knife and putting in the extractor and finally filling the jars. At our house, each honey flow gets its own name.
I introduce you to Dandy Bee 2013. This means we have lots of jars of sunshine in the pantry.
And a sticky kitchen floor.....
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