Today is not that day. But this morning I took some photos of my sweet husband's self-styled candle making project and I want to post them before they become lost in the files and files of photos I keep on my computer.
I woke this morning to this arrangement of Dixie cups on the kitchen counter. I was groggy enough that it took a moment before I figured out what Carlos was up to. We lost a honeybee hive last year and he'd harvested some honeycomb. A lot of honeycomb. Over the past 9 months he's been gestating a couple jars of what I'll call 'wax wads.' After chewing a mouthful of comb for dessert, he'd place his wad of wax in a Mason jar.
Last night marked the end of the honeycomb supply, thus today began his beeswax candle project. Turns out that engineers make pretty good candle makers.
|The suspicious Dixie cups I awoke to.|
|Bees wax (and Carlos spittle) melting in a double boiler.|
|Wicks are made from kitchen string soaked in beeswax.|
|Pealing off the unsightly Dixie cup to reveal a glossy beeswax candle.|
|Quite by coincidence, candles fit perfectly in votive holders.|
By the way, my book, The Front Yard Forager, is available for pre-order at Mountaineers Books, Barnes and Noble, Powell's Books and Amazon. The release is scheduled for August 3.