The midday day sun strikes the verandah, chasing the frost to the shadows and catching the glint of silver spiders webs hanging from the rafters.
The late summer colours paint the valley golden red , and the txt comes through on the phone ..... 'we working tomorrow Boss ...... fishings looking good ....'
We is almost done on the bees for the year, just a bit of Honey Dew to pull and pump into a drum ..... God's own nectar for a guy I know who puts down a brew of mead to make us Invincible in war and Irresistable in love.....
And as the world grapples with Covid and bubbles and supply chain woes my soul is filled with peace.
We have a contract for the contents of my honey shed's three years of production.
And let me tell you that is a nice feeling.
After the last three and a half years of robbing Peter to pay Paul, only to get hammerd again by Saul ..... days when I never thought I'd see the light at the end of that long dark tunnel , somehow we survived. Popped out at the other end with the ability to look into the eye of those who caried us and say thanks.
Thanks for your faith, not just in us, but in an industry.
We lived the days day by day, focussed on the belief of the light, and trudged dogggedly forwards.
Hope and belief in our skills moved us forward.
And the answer to the Txt ....
'Fishing's looking better next month'
The late summer colours paint the valley golden red , and the txt comes through on the phone ..... 'we working tomorrow Boss ...... fishings looking good ....'
We is almost done on the bees for the year, just a bit of Honey Dew to pull and pump into a drum ..... God's own nectar for a guy I know who puts down a brew of mead to make us Invincible in war and Irresistable in love.....
And as the world grapples with Covid and bubbles and supply chain woes my soul is filled with peace.
We have a contract for the contents of my honey shed's three years of production.
And let me tell you that is a nice feeling.
After the last three and a half years of robbing Peter to pay Paul, only to get hammerd again by Saul ..... days when I never thought I'd see the light at the end of that long dark tunnel , somehow we survived. Popped out at the other end with the ability to look into the eye of those who caried us and say thanks.
Thanks for your faith, not just in us, but in an industry.
We lived the days day by day, focussed on the belief of the light, and trudged dogggedly forwards.
Hope and belief in our skills moved us forward.
And the answer to the Txt ....
'Fishing's looking better next month'