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#HistFicThursdays - Time, time, time...

This week, we finally managed to install our new (not new ) item of furniture - a mid-18th Century grandfather clock. It's not bright and shiny like more modern ones, but a dark oak with a warm patina which the beeswax polish is drawing out. In order to set it up, we had to do a certain amount of research - how to hang the pendulum, where the weight went on the endless chain - and it got me thinking... where and when did certain divisions of time come from? The time periods which I have written either had household clocks or didn't, I have not written novels from the time of their invention. Clocks have been around for a long time, and the obsession with measuring time in an ordered fashion dates back to at least  the ancient Sumerians. It was they who established a circular reading of time and, I imagine, the sixty seconds/minutes came about as much because it was an easy way to divide a circle as anything else. But it wasn't until much later that the precision of seconds ...

Book Review: Honey Harvest by Elissa Kerr (Illustrations by Zoe Saunders)



Honey Harvest tells us the story of a little girl who loves honey and goes on a beautifully ordinary adventure to find out how bees make honeycomb and how that is then turned into the runny honey which she loves to eat.

It’s a long-running joke in my family that I made my little sister scared of bees. As a child, I was absolutely terrified of them and used to run away every time one came near me. Of course, as Clem got old enough to play outside, I taught her to do the same thing. Oops. 

I do love bees though. We don’t keep them ourselves, but we have many wonderful wild species which visit the garden, including some rare and unusual ones. Bees are little furry, buzzy proof that magic exists.

Naturally, I really love honey too. Honey on Shredded Wheat… mmm… and, recently, I’ve been reading lots about Alexander the Great so I discovered other fascinating properties of honey (if you don’t know, consider looking it up – very interesting, if slightly grisly).

Back to Honey Harvest… 

…this is a book I would have loved to read as a child who was afraid of bees. The story is written in rhyme, which will appeal to the little ones. Once or twice, I wasn’t 100% convinced by the rhymes but it didn’t spoil my enjoyment of the story at all. It is a book which teaches without letting on – and children will find it fascinating. One of my regrets is that, as a worldwide reviewer, my copy was an ebook so I couldn’t take it into school for my class – I think they would really have enjoyed it, and beekeeping is a branch of farming which doesn’t get covered in enough farming kidlit.

As well as the lovely story, the illustrations are stunning and absolutely perfect to compliment the words. As a child of the 1990s, they reminded me stylistically of the Usborne Farmyard Tales and that just stole my heart straight away. The “factory bees” page is absolutely adorable!

In summary, a beautiful book which will encourage little ones to explore the natural and engineering magic which goes into making delicious runny honey!



Blurb

It's late summertime in the meadow. Flowers are in full bloom and honeybees float on the warm breeze. It's now time to harvest honey from the hive.

Beautifully illustrated, this buzz-worthy book is the perfect introduction to the tools and traditions involved in beekeeping.


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