Sunday, June 26, 2011

Miel en France

Rambling along the back roads of France, we happened upon a honey farm with old bee skeps, boxes and smoke cans strung about the ancient barn. We learned a bit about the history of the land and the different types of honey the bees produce; and then when we could no longer understand the conversation, bought a jar of Acacia Honey and said our goodbyes. We are learning that discovering the old rural farms is a real treat, but give a French farmer an inch and they may take a mile - everyone loves to tell their story and whether or not we understand is of little importance. A yarn is a yarn....





3 comments:

Cindy and Joe said...

Love following your adventures. As we live near Uz├Ęs from April to October we have found that the story is the most important part of the French. So many of their stories remain a secret as I also do not understand half of what they are saying. That brought a huge smile to my face. Love it and them.

Theodora quilts said...

you ladies are having some great little trips and experiences,I love reading your posts,I still remember the hat factory and the sample book with lace that you happened to find at the antique barn just awsome I hope you find some goodies this time although the angora wool and items are an eccellent find .

Anonymous said...

Given your evident francophilia, would it be so hard to learn French?