When I find a jar of really good honey, I guard it selfishly.
This is not the honey for tea, or baking, or any other use that would mask its personality.
This is raw, local, from-the-beekeeper honey (thank you Beeman).
Really good honey should be eaten on its own -
sliding off the spoon,
dripping down your fingers,
licked from your lips.
I can taste where the bees have been, their hours in the sun, and their dedication to craft.
I can taste the spirit of the bees, and sometimes that of their keeper.
I don’t drink coffee, but I do eat really good honey - every morning, sliding off the spoon. And I feel a bit of the bee’s magic spends the day with me.
