Sweet dream

We went all the family to the village. There were a lot of things and everyone was tired. When they drove back, the children asked to buy something sweet. In the village shop there was a small choice, I bought sweet corn sticks.

We arrived home and I fell asleep for a short while. I was woken by a buzzing bee. My daughter was a bee and showed me her craft. It was super. This bee is made from corn sticks, this is the support of my children of my dreams. I dream of one day to get my apiary. My family shares the initiative with me.

I hope that this statuette of a sweet dough can be preserved for a long time, if no one eats it.

I noticed one thing, to dream in general terms, easily. When you know a lot of theory and can not, for some reason, apply this in practice, it is very difficult, to dream.

I sometimes drive this thought away from myself. But, it somehow comes back again and again.

I can not say that this is only a dream, we have already done a lot to make it happen. We bought the land in a place of paradise for the bees and began to build a house. Just a few hundred meters from our site begins the forest from the acacia. This forest is about 40 thousand hectares. This is a guarantee of excellent honey collection. Within one kilometer, flowering orchards, sunflower fields extend. Nearby there are many meadows with wildflowers. This is the case when you put a hive and swing honey. There is no need to take beehives somewhere for the honey. All the honey plants, the whole season in one place.

I dream that this corn bee once revived, gushes and flew away to the honey.

Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera
Author @barski
Ukraine