Honeycomb

I am sitting here, way too late at night to be working, as good academic-wannabees do, I suppose, and I am looking at the lovely beeswax honeycomb-ish candles given to me by K.'s mother. I love them, and don't know whether to light them eventually, or not...and I am reminded of the times that my Dad or Grandpa would bring home a honeycomb, full of sunshin-y honey for us to marvel at as kids. There was something so majestic about the intricate order created by the bees who made the honeycomb, a miracle of the natural world, I think!



Actually, netmuslims found "allah" written in honeycomb and posted it, clearly a miracle, see below....So that's my muse for today, not honey, not beeswax, but honeycomb...sweets for the sweet, dear reader.