Sweet symphony.

by justbekozlowski

Today between this that and the other, I spent about five minutes sat on the kitchen floor holding the spinning bucket with the honey so that what was left in the bottom could drip out.

As the honey ran out, it started to come down in thin drips and then multiple thin drips at different times depending on where the honey was. As I watched, all I could see were old bell ringers pulling the ropes to play their symphony of bells. One would fly up as the other one played or sometimes they would all play together which was the sweetest.

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