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Honey, honey

Honey, honey, how he thrills me aha...

This is one of those blue-sky holidays in the chili patches. We are in the sunflower fields of Thailand. The farmers there sell honey aside from sunflower seeds and sunflower wine.


Drogba forsakes football for the day to bottle honey in Saraburi. A tourist blows a honey kiss.

Honeycomb up close

 Honey pool


The sweet, therapeutic liquid in Regency Scotch. Regency: to an anglophile like me, the merchandise is sold.

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  1. Hi Hazel,

    I'll bet that's good tasting honey.

    Thanks for joining in to celebrate Blue Monday’s 5th Blogiversary!

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  2. Interesting post!! Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River, Canada

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  3. Love the Honey Pool and blowing Honey kisses is SWEET!

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  4. Hi Hazel! Honey seems to cure anything! I love it.
    Have a great week.
    Wil, ABCW Team.

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  5. Great post, - my favourite sweetener.

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  6. I worry about our depletion of the bees! Probably caused by HUMANS.
    ROG, ABCW

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  7. Love the "honey, honey" quote from Abbba!

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  8. That would be a great experience to see how honey is made - right from the bees to the bottles!

    Leslie
    abcw team

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  9. I love honey! Thankfully, there is a local (Indiana) beekeeper who sells his natural honey in our town.

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