My dad taught me as a little girl to thoroughly scoop up the glorious honey off a section of honeycomb, slather it on a slice of toasted homemade whole wheat toast. YUM.

As as child I was enamored by the delightful Winnie-the-Pooh. From the book “The Natural World of Winnie-the-Pooh” (an all-time favorite gift from my daughter), the author describes reading A.A. Milne's books “when the most important thing I had to consider was which tree to climb and what direction to wander.” Ahhhh, to feel that carefree feeling.

My favorite quote is from Pooh himself—“Well”, said Pooh, “if I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will grow up into a beehive.” Piglet wasn’t quite sure about this. “Or a piece of a honeycomb,” said Pooh, “so as not to waste too much. Only then I might only get a piece of a beehive, and it might be the wrong piece, where the bees were buzzing and not hunnying. Bother.”

I wonder if the introduction of beeswax (through Encaustic Printmaking) began in my head as a child reading “Winnie-the-Pooh”...