Mom, I want to be a beekeeper when I grow up.
At least I want to help Cooper’s mom and learn from her all that is involved. Cooper’s ma went out to check her hive and along the way she went step by step in explaining to me all the ins and outs of the beekeeping process.
I felt like a child soaking in the most interesting thing in the world (and actually, the life of the bee really is very very fascinating).
I have a much deeper love for all the honey she has given us through the years. Three cheers to all the beekeepers in the world. I want to be one of you. I also want to try this some day:
(photo courtesy of Neurological Correlates)
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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