Honey in the Making

I have noticed this year that the sweet clover (yellow) and alfalfa (purple) are especially lush. When I stop at the mailbox on our county road, the air literally smells like honey. On the farmer's land in South Dakota, the beekeeper to the south of us has his hives sitting on the hill surrounded by yellow clover. It is an invisible harvest. Since we get a portion of the honey, there will be more than enough to share. Let me know.

A. has 2 1/2 weeks left of his adventures in India. An unexpected benefit is that I am learning as well. I google the community he is in and search for pictures so I can better visualize what he is experiencing. It reminds me of a computer game "Where in the World is Carmon Sandiego?" that the kids and I enjoyed when they were younger. Did I unknowingly encourage this lust for adventure that runs so strongly in each of them?