On Thanksgiving weekend, I booked myself to attend our local Pioneer Village's "Fall on the Farm" event.
The focus is on historic agriculture and of course bees are a perfect fit. This year I don't have an observation hive but next year I will probably take a frame or two of bees to show the public.
The organizer has told me I'll have a table at the general store and if it rains I can go inside.
Then she said we could sell our honey and gave me the contact person to discuss the details.
So, I gave the info to the Marketing Manager, Dad, since that's his area. [Photo of Dad lifting a 75 lb pail of honey, but I did help].
[See the jars on the counter? We're saving all our jars. We put the honey for our use in them].
A few days later Dad called me. Yes we could sell our honey and he'd have to be there very early in the morning, not mid morning like I had arranged.
I said he didn't have to go. I could sell the honey. Not so, he said, because he's the Marketing Manager and it's his job.
I said I'd be taking beekeeping equipment to put on the table. Oh no, I can't do that. He needs the table for the honey. I said we're to share the table. He said he'd bring his own table and if it rained he could go inside the general store.
I think that means I get to stay outside and get wet.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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