Why didn't i go home for lunch.

Wee, i could of but its school holidays and some peoples occupation is to put towns on the (i must call in there) or I mus show the kids or we took our kids there, Why dont we show the grandchildren.

I mean there are a lot of grandparents providing childcare for there childrens children these days. Grandparents often recount stories of their childhood and one of dads' was of low they would rob the bees nests.

Here children can see how the beekeeper does it.

They open the door and like Alice in Wonderland they look through the looking glass and little kids from the bush who read about; or should i say tell a story about Queen Bee by drawing can add more to their next picture.

Alternatively neat time they see a bee buzzing around a beautiful flower. They can think to themselves, how nice will that honey taste. If it tastes half as good as that flower look, it will be wonderful.

Or if they are playing sport and get stung by a bee, they can instead of swearing, say why aren't you off somewhere making honey.

You know the honeycomb behind the door, at least i think that's what you call it, reminds me of the moss is it fungus upon the granite rocks. No particular reason , for placement i suppose.

It pays to have a second look you know because i just noticed a colour on the bees ive never seen before.

The oronge fluro like the roadworkers are wearing up the road.

One of Julias favourite expressions these days is Fair Dinkum and i bet there wouldnt be many people who cant rember a verandah like this one, the louvers are a reminder of why art is flourishing in these environs too. Not to mention the indoor / outdoor dining.

As you go back to the hive look up, look down, look right, look left and lo' and behold pavers in the shape of the honeycomb, will remind you it pays to pull over and have a look around.

Why even the Yellow Crested Cockatoos are reminding you.

Look right, look left, We hope to see you again soon.