Here is a step-by-step guide in case you want to have a go at making some yourself.
Get some Beeswax from a local bee keeper (or online, but check for purity). Mine has been washed in rainwater so contains blobs of pollen etc but has had no synthetic cleaning agents added. The colour of the wax varies according to what the bees have been feeding on and the time of year the wax is harvested.
Beeswax is flammable so to melt it safely you have to put it in a bain-marie (a pot resting in a saucepan of boiling water). This quantity took about 1.5 hours to melt fully and you need to remember to keep topping up the water to prevent it from boiling dry. Don't use too much water- you don't want it spitting into the melting wax.
When the wax has melted, allow it to cool for a few minutes before pouring it into your prepared molds.
I used the base of some plastic bottles cut to size, then rested some small paint brushes over the sides with the wick (which you can buy online) tied to the middle from where it hung down into the base. You can get candle molds on line if you want to make prettier ones than mine with their wobbly bottoms (not that there is anything wrong with having a wobbly bottom).
When the wax has set (not long- half an hour tops), remove the paintbrushes and snip the wick to size.
To be absolutely certain the wax had set I left the candles in the molds for a couple of hours before cutting the plastic off.
Hey Presto! They actually burn (and smell delicious too)
I put this pic in because I loved the swirling shapes the smoke made when the candle was blown out.
While the candles were setting I went out into the garden (between breaks in the rain) to see what I could find. This bee (below) caught my eye because of the droplets of water on his wing. He was taking ages over feeding.
And this bee (below) was employing a Very Sensible Way Of Keeping Dry and out of the rain by hanging upside down beneath a sunflower leaf. Tops marks for ingenuity.
Can you see him in the pic below?
These two caterpillars (Large White and Small White) also caught my eye because of the raindrop jewels they were wearing. Can you see the Small White, doing a fantastic job of blending in with all that is left of M's kale?!
This Poor Caterpillar (who is he/ she? Anyone know? I can't find him in my books) had sadly drowned in a water bucket. In the second pic below you can see some interesting or gross (depending on your perspective) insecty type things crawling about on him which look like lice (look for the small grey creature on the yellow line).
On to nicer things...
Bittersweet berries pretending to be tomatoes in the rain
M's Black Pearl Chillies
Look! The birds/ mice/ squirrels haven't had all the blueberries (yet)
Black Eyed Susans, which my Grandpa used to grow, offering a splash of early Autumn colour. Love them.
Echinacea Flower, who has Seen Better Days...
Rosebud in the rain
Rose in the rain
Wild Sweet Peas in the rain
Tomatoes in the rain
A Toadstool and his Child
Sunflower wearing its raindrops prettily
Another Soggy Sunflower
Does anyone know who this pupa belongs to?
It's sitting half-way up the windows in a place cleverly chosen to protect the moth or butterfly inside from the weather, as evidenced by the fact it is not remotely Soggy, despite the rain, unlike...
Mr Pige, perched on the aerial on next door's roof...
Mavis who was A Bit Fed Up With The Weather
(this is her "I Am Feeling Especially Gloomy" look)
And finally, Teddy, who, as usual, was my Faithful Friend And Companion on our soggy peramble around the garden, and has ended up looking like he's been through the washing machine
Hope you enjoyed all of those. I'm off to get the wool out of it's basket and sort through it (yes I know I said I'd do that the other day, and I did get as far as bringing it downstairs from the brewery cupboard and plonking it on the ironing board (which is out more or less permanently in the vague hope that it might encourage me to use it. In reality it doesn't, but it does makes for a convenient table for wool and other things) before some minor crisis erupted that demanded my attention and I forgot all about the wool until after we'd watched Peaky Blinders, and by then it was too late as I'd already fallen asleep on the sofa.
I'm also off to recover from the hilarity induced by my sister, who was laughing at something I'd said while she, ma and I were having lunch today at The Three Cups pub in Stockbridge, snorting the bite of pudding I'd just given her out through her nose and then frantically burying her face in her napkin in an attempt to discreetly disguise the fact, while at the same time trying not to choke. I don't expect we'll be allowed back.....
Wishing you all a Mighty Fine Evening, wherever you are and whatever you may be doing.