My little bees…

Honey is the new medicine over here at the Harrell house…mostly because of our personal connection to a bee keeper, aka “the farmer.” The second someone looks like they are getting sick, a spoonful of honey is immediately taken. Not only is the honey amazing for you, it also tastes incredible and luckily the farmers like us so much that our cabinet is never empty of the golden goodness. For Christmas the Farmer gave Rad a tincture of some of the anti fungal/bacteria grey stuff that the bees cover the hive in. Apparently it tastes horrible but a few drops and you are guaranteed to stay sick free, or so the farmer says. It has worked so far!

So, needless to say, we have no need to ever buy honey elsewhere. And why would we when Andy’s honey is incredible. But today, while walking along the river in downtown Savannah, my dad wanted to buy some Savannah Bee Honey. I told him he was crazy and that I would give him some of mine. He refused and went in for a taste test, convincing Gress to taste alongside him.

I couldn’t even bring myself to go in the store, that was until my dad was NOT coming out and I had to go in to retrieve the taste testers. Luckily there was a beehive corner that would contain Mcree while my dad was educating himself on the various honey flavors. So here are my little bees….. (Gress is taste testing the honey in one of the photos).

On a side note, my dad did pull out his beehive wax lip balm that the farmer gave him and proceeded to brag about where it came from in front of the ladies in the store.

And another side note, we originally met the farmers because we heard there was this couple at our church that had lots of bees and lots of honey.  That makes me smile at how far we have come!