While staying in one of the hilltop villages when working in the rural school there, my host Khambi decided to remove the honey from one of her hives. It was early in the morning, 7am, well before she left for the school where she teaches.
The sun was just coming up over the surrounding hills and the light was beautiful. The smoke she used to subdue the bees glowed in the sunlight, and I watched entranced, as she worked. The honey dripping and oozing from the frame, was really golden with the sun streaming through it. Magical!
Later, when I returned from visiting the early morning coaching class, I was presented with a saucer of fresh honey to taste, straight from the hive. What a privilege!
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