Last week, Mom and I had the opportunity to have lunch out. She heard of a new coffee shop/tea room called The Bee Hive. For any of you that knew my father, you know he raised bees. When I was a kid, my father planted clover in the backyard. It actually looked pretty in the spring and summer. I always went barefoot outside so that meant lots of bee stings on my feet. After awhile you just learn to deal. I didn’t know until I got much older that other kids had grass in their backyards. Dad always told me that bee stings would prevent me from developing arthritis in my feet when I got older. So far he has been correct. Sorry, I digressed here.
A think the name of the restaurant was intriguing to my mother and she wanted to try the place out. So we did. The shop was very cute. They had coffees and teas (hot and cold). They had soup, salads and sandwiches. They even had a little market with organic fare and to top it all off, you could get frozen yogurt. We only got soup and sandwiches. I might add the the shop was very cute, lots of great decor and well thought out. The food had a bit to be desired but it isn’t always about the food.
The lady that owned the shop started it because her father was also a beekeeper and had recently passed away. He never got to see her dream become a reality. I want to make it perfectly clear that my dream is not to start a restaurant!!! Mom found the story touching and she loved the lunch out together. When we were through, I took her for a long drive to check out the turning leaves. The lunch was not about the food. It was about the time together. Too often I feel like the grandpas have taken away time I would love to spend with my mother. She never seems to care but sometimes I feel that I neglected the quiet, easy person in the household. She is helpful beyond measure, never complains and just enjoys the time I spend with her. I pray that the Lord will grant us some very special time together in the near future when we can both enjoy each other.