|"Be my little honey and love me all the time."|
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Honey in the Morning
Got a new ring tone for my front door bell. ". . .Honey in evening. Honey at supper time." OK, so I stretched the facts a smidgen. My door bell still "ding, dongs" like most. What is unique is the fragrant greeting when you come inside.
On a ledge by my front door rests the honeycomb that broke loose in my sister's hive last fall. We didn't reattach it, and the bees have gone their way with the cold. This piece of their comb remains. I've placed it where it can greet all of us as we come and go. The smell from this honeycomb is complex: a great variety of sweet and delicate florals all mixed together. As I breath it in, my loveliest of Things I get to do today is to see in my mind's mural the myriad of flowers that were brought together by the honeybees for this comb. It spreads gloriously for miles--honey in the morning.