I remember when I was younger I would go with my grandpa to harvest honey from his bee hives. He would not wear any gear but calmly smoked the bees then pull out the honey comb panels. He had a bee business for many years by putting his bees in local orchards.
We always received honey along with other things that he would work with his own hands.
As my grandfather passed away we lost another man from a generation that worked hard and kept himself busy with hobbies and service to others.
This is a front panel of bee hive that will remind me of him and what kind of man I want to be known as, like him.
