It’s Tuesday Tales! This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘sweet’.
Here’s a scene from my WIP, Fat and Sassy. Bea and Casey arrived back in Arkansas with a carload of kids in the spring of 1942. Staying with Beas father, Papa, and her younger brother Sam, keeps Bea busy. Besides the household chores, Papa still likes to find ways she can help.
The Honey Tree
Papa tipped up his saucer full of coffee and looked at Bea. “I need you to gather honey with me today.”
“Why me? I’ve got my hands full. Take Sam with you.”
“You know those brothers of yourn’ aren’t any good with the bees. You’re the one I always took with me because you have a way with them.”
“I was going to wash today.”
“Wash tomorrow. Those overalls ain’t gonna go anywhere. We’re outta honey and it’s a good day to harvest honey. Sunny and dry.”
Bea resigned herself to the change in her plans. She threw the flour sack dishtowel on the table. “Do you know where the honey tree is? I can’t be traipsing all over the holler in my condition.”
“Honey, honey …” Mae sang out. “Can we go too?”
“Naw, you can’t go. You’re too little to go hunt honey. You chillin’s stay here with Uncle Sam.” She poured some milk in a bottle and handed it to Mae. “Here, go give this to your brother.”
As Mae headed out of the kitchen, Bea hollered out, “Sam. Git yourself in here.”
Sam poked his head in the doorway. “What sis?”
“I’m huntin’ honey with Papa today. Keep an eye on the kids while we’re gone.”
“I’d rather do that than mess with those ole’ bees. They’s nasty creatures … Bea.” He laughed at his joke. Bea glared at him, no laughter in her face. She’d heard that joke too many times growing up and wasn’t in the mood to hear it again.”
“I’m a fixin to git the oil and the rags,” Papa said, standing and heading towards the door.
Sam started singing, “Honey, sweet, sweet honey … gonna have you on my biscuits tonight.” Bea threw the dishtowel at his head and followed Papa out the door.
The chickens got excited and started their clucky serenade as Bea and Papa passed by on the way to the barn. “So how far is the honey tree? I caint be climbing too much with this belly.”
“Just down the road a piece. It’s in that grove that’s midway to the crossroads. I spied ‘em flying back and forth yesterday and followed ‘em. The hollow is only a few feet off the ground, not too high.”
They ambled along the dusty lane towards the grove. “Should be a nice amount in there right now. Earlier in the year when you got here there prolly wasn’t too much there after getting’ thru the winter. The honeycomb should be filled back up by now.”
Approaching the bank of trees, Papa motioned to stop. He pulled out a match and lit the oil soaked rag. Holding the smoking beacon in front of him, they entered the grove, stepping over limbs and leaf litter towards their goal. Bees buzzed back and forth on their mission. The duo eased up to the hollow, ignoring the bees swarming around the mouth of the hollow in the old oak. Bea stepped quietly behind him, holding a pail ready for the golden harvest. The smoldering torch filled with air with its pungent smoke. The buzzing slowed and quieted. Bea slipped up to the hollow, stuck her hand in and pulled out a sweet, sticky honeycomb mass. She dropped in the pail and went back for another. A few curious bees swarmed her head. She held still as they investigated then headed back to their home unconcerned.
“Got enough?” she asked.
“That should hold us for a bit.” They backtracked toward the road where Papa stepped on the rag extinguishing the fire.
Bea held her gummy hand out in front of her. It had been so long since she’d been honey hunting she’d forgotten to bring a wet rag with her. “Guess I guess the first taste,” she said, starting to lick her hand.
Comments on: "Fat and Sassy: The Honey Tree" (22)
cute post. I like how you used the honey as the sweetness in the tale. I want to sing the honey and biscuit song!
Thanks Jillian. After a conversation with my mother about honey hunting in the “old days”, I knew I wanted to put it in my WIP. When I saw sweet as the prompt, I knew I had to use it for that scene.
Great description of old fashion honey collecting
Thanks Lindsay. Thank goodness for the internet, sure saves a lot of library research lol
“They’s nasty creatures ” …. hard to believe that these nasty creatures can be the topic of such a beautiful post. really liked it!
Thanks for the compliment Iris. I appreciate it.
Wonderfully done description of honey gathering!
Thanks Vicki. A few little clicks in google and …. voila! Knowledge I didn’t have before.
Great description…and the teasing of the brother. I’m just loving everything about this story. 🙂
Thanks Sarah. I’m glad to hear that. You’ll be seeing more posts thru November on this one. And probably into December lol
now, i want honey and biscuits. LOL
Hmmmm, can’t help you with that Davee.
(Tried inserting a picture of biscuits and honey here for you, but it didn’t work.)
Very atmospheric and descriptive. I felt like I was right there and could almost hear the buzzing of the bees. Very well done. I love this story.
Thank you Jean. I’d just heard a story about honey hunting in the Ozarks, so when I saw ‘sweet’ as the prompt, I knew what I wanted to write about.
I love the way you bring the ole worlde atmosphere to life in this story.
Thanks Sherry. I guess it’s helped listening (even if only half-heartedly sometimes) to the stories from my mom & grandmother.
Lovely feel for the atmosphere and nice inclusion of the honey gathering. Two thumbs up.
Thanks for the compliment Morgan. It seemed like a good story to go with ‘sweet’.
You were really detailed with the gathering of the honey. Felt like I was there.
Thanks Stefan. (Research compliments of google lol)
I love the banter between the characters. I feel like I’m right there listening to them!
Thanks Tricia. I’m fighting with my own ‘show, don’t tell’ writing, so I’m trying to use more dialogue to convey information.