Boobs and a beehive! Who would have thought? Certainly not me. I hadn’t seen it on the scavenger hunt location list, and while I have friends with hives they aren’t on my radar. Interestingly, the only apiarists in my phonebook are kinksters.
Right, back to the post…
A few days after Christmas I found myself treading old paths. Ever the watchful eye I scoured my old locale, greedy for a location while I found 10 minutes peace beneath the big sky. The community orchard is a wonderful space, my children and I have a strong history there. But in the years since we moved there have been developments. Including the hives. They are a vital part in the ecosystem. The apple orchard and wildlife gardens rely on these busy creature to pollinate the blossoms. A volunteer taskforce maintains the space, and in the summer it really comes alive. This new (to me) discovery meant just one thing…
Boobs and a beehive!
Well, I took the shot and quickly covered up as I heard voices approaching from the gateway behind me. For once I was almost grateful not to be able to get extra shots. The air was damp, and bitterly cold! I would later come back to check the list, feeling sure that it would be there. But there was no sign. And so I have a new addition.
Which leaves me with a bit of a problem.
Who to share this week.
A number of clicks later I landed on Mrs K tied up in the woods. Her post Born with a Kink not only highlights her stunning form strung tight, wrists bound to a high branch. She also features the most beautiful poem. I recall her publishing this and loving both aspects entirely.
Well, that wasn’t as much of a problem as I thought it would be!