I have a beautiful jar of propolis that sits on my kitchen counter. I have gathered this since I began my keeping of the bees. I can't tell the times that I pick this jar, up, place it beneath my nose, inhale deeply through my nostrils, close my eyes -- in my mind's eye, I am right there, right there in a beautiful warm day in summer, close to a massive pine tree that ornaments a part of my yard, or I am on a picnic in the woods with my Grandchildren. Propolis, memories of the warmth of a summer's day and joy. Have a most wonderful and awesome day, life, love our life. Cindi