Honey Crop.

Thirty-one jars of honey, destined for the local retail outlet that caters for The Lost Garden where I keep my bees. It is rather a poor crop considering the spell of good weather we had during June and July but, it is very tasty.
 
This year was one where it was possible to ascertain the source of the nectar, sometime it’s because you know what was in flower when the bees were bringing the stuff in and, sometimes because the honey possesses some unmistakable characteristics. For example, if the honey tastes slightly more revolting than a quack elixir, you know it is New Zealand manuka honey. This lot has a distinct green tinge when viewed in the right light together with the aroma of peppermint and an exquisite taste; any bee keeper will tell you that it is from the lime trees (known as the “linden” in British folk songs). It is the reason that Mrs TD tolerates my passion for apiculture despite my allergy specialist telling that it would be safer for me to play “chicken” on the M8. Like many apiarists. I’m not actually too fond of honey as, quite apart from its taste, it has a tendency to form a thin sticky film over every square inch of carpet in the house. However, this is something different, making the sticky floors and stings worthwhile.
 
I took the precaution of saving some jars for personal consumption and for presentation to a few favoured friends and relations.


I have just posted Blips for the previous two days.