Burning the Beeswax at Both Ends
Here in the middle of Week 3 of nonstop business travel, I have to admit to feeling a bit burnt out. I need a vacation.
Bizarrely, my thoughts keep turning to my ex's family's summer home. They owned these little islands in the middle of one of the Great Lakes in Canada, where they built lovely sleeping cottages and a large living-dining area - sort of like a small-scale, high-end summer camp. Nearly impossible to explain, but the place was idyllic and tranquil and dreamy - no consistent electricity or running water, so we lived on candlelight and fresh air.
One of my favorite things about time spent there were the raucous, delicious dinners we'd chef up in the dining hall...and the fantastic all-natural chandelier suspended from the ceiling. We'd take sheets of honey-combed beeswax and roll our own candles, and fit them into that chandelier. Hoisted up, it gave off a sweet scent and even sweeter light.
-Heather...off to plan for a real vacation in a month or so...
Bizarrely, my thoughts keep turning to my ex's family's summer home. They owned these little islands in the middle of one of the Great Lakes in Canada, where they built lovely sleeping cottages and a large living-dining area - sort of like a small-scale, high-end summer camp. Nearly impossible to explain, but the place was idyllic and tranquil and dreamy - no consistent electricity or running water, so we lived on candlelight and fresh air.
One of my favorite things about time spent there were the raucous, delicious dinners we'd chef up in the dining hall...and the fantastic all-natural chandelier suspended from the ceiling. We'd take sheets of honey-combed beeswax and roll our own candles, and fit them into that chandelier. Hoisted up, it gave off a sweet scent and even sweeter light.
-Heather...off to plan for a real vacation in a month or so...




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