An ode to childhood playtime conquests of aiming stones at honeycombs for liquid gold, a dollop of the prized sweet nectar totally worth the sometimes swollen, yet grinning faces we came home with. There is precious little in life sweeter than licking a spoon of dripping golden yellow honey wrapped around it. The bees got busier during spring time and the buzzing more melodious, that’s how we knew it's time to devour the sweet fruit of their labour.