Bees

Some time ago (I've lost track now), I used to be

a beekeeper.

I miss my bees, and bees in general.

They are more scarce now due to mite infestations

throughout the country and are truly

seldom seen.

(Internet)

You  either like bees and are fascinated by them

or

you are deathly afraid of them.

Bees have that effect on people.

Even though my bees are long gone, and my garden shed now

sits in the place their hive once was, I have many

mementos of them throughout my home

and yard.

For years I had a lovely beeskep that sat in the middle

of my herb garden.  But the weather and elements took a

toll on it, and now all I have is my picture to remember it by.

 

In my garden shed on a shelf up high, I have several bee

plates that were given to me as gifts.

 

In my laundry room hangs a beeskep picture and a 

bee fly swatter.

In my kitchen a tiny bee buzzes amidst an arrangement

of fall silk flowers.

Did you know there was such a thing as "bee on a rope"?

I have bee coasters . . .

and bee candles . . . 

bee books and bee fabric . . . 

(both books are great reads), and

a smaller bee skep that stays inside . . .

and lastly, my bee cross-stitch sampler.

One might think my house is swarming with bees, but

their presence is so discreet, you may not even notice them.

Even though my bees are gone, these cherished objects will 

always remind me of my fine fuzzy friends.

I am linking up with Debra at Common Ground for

Vintage Inspiration Friday