Yep. It’s George Washington’s Birthday. It has been lost in the shuffle of Monday (so has ol’ Honest Abe’s back on the 12th). But I haven’t forgotten all those art project silhouettes we did throughout elementary school to honor them. Father of our country, they called George. Do they still teach that? I wonder ...
We left the house at 8 a.m. yesterday for a quick trip to Waco. It was a week ago that Josh had a birthday. Just a week late. Not bad for remembering a middle child, right? Chris even made him an apple pie birthday concoction.
After our obligatory stop at Buc-ees, we pulled off the road somewhere near Navasota to fulfill one of those “we oughta stop there someday” comments that we have made many times in our myriad of trips to see the Waco cousins and their parents. Following the signs, we made our way through some backwoods roads and finally arrived at the home of ... Bee Weaver.
No, it’s not the site of Aunt Bee from Mayberry’s retirement home. It is an actual honey factory. Make their own honey, with a little help from their friends. That means lots of those bee boxes on the grounds and hundreds of thousands of the little critters hard at work.
We were greeted by the neighbor’s two dogs. The big black one really took a liking to Chris. She had to fight off his amorous advances. They helped direct us to the proper building. I think the one we started at, which was closed, was actually the mead tasting room. Never have been attracted to the concept of mead. Guess I wouldn’t have made a good Viking ...
We did finally find the little store. Their honey appeared to be pretty good. We could have had a major tasting, but I preferred waiting until after real food for something sweet. We did get a little jar of it, though. Oh, and we also got an education. The lady working the shop was ... passionate about bees. did you know that One bee makes barely a quarter of a teaspoon of honey in its lifetime? Gives new meaning to minimum wage. I wanted to buy a cool little stuffed bee that they had, but I was informed rather quickly of two things ... 1) It is a drone. And 2) It wasn’t for sale. Well, OK then. Excuse me for being bee-ignorant. Still ... why showcase it if it isn’t for sale?
We made it to Waco in record time and enjoyed hanging out with the gang. Even got to go to Caleb’s basketball practice. We tried to show off some Panama pictures but we couldn’t get the camera to cooperate. Ah well. Another reason to come back, I suppose.
Well, we have a few basketball games to get ready for today. Guess I’ll grab some breakfast.
Psalms 4:8 says, “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lone, make me dwell in safety.”
Father, be with these little guys on the basketball court today. Grant them an hour or so of real fun. Amen.
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