Wax
Sunday, February 17th, 2008 at 3:00 pm by Gulnaz (for Papa)In winter Papa melts the old combs in the big pot in the yard. The wax floats on the water, yellow and clean, and the dirt stays at the bottom. He makes sheets for next year's frames, and candles. The candles burn slowly and smell of honey. The house smells of honey until March.
We have 30 candles. A neighbour wants 5.