“Honey is certainly more than a simple jar sitting solidly on a grocery shelf. It is the soul of the field of flowers. It is a child with a sticky piece of toast learning that suddenly fingers taste good. It is an unforgettable bear named Pooh pursuing a sweet obsession in a book a long time ago. It is a going away gift for a Pharaoh on a journey into hereafter—as everlasting as the gold ornaments that accompanied it.
Honey is Sunday breakfast with ‘the funnies’ and waffles and plates to clean up later. It’s school days, paper sacks, and thank goodness, it’s not egg salad again. In a world of fast foods, non-dairy creamer, and artificial ingredients, it’s a little plastic cup full of gold that somehow got overlooked when “progress” passed through.
Honey is a marvelous work of nature that makes the best factories of man look disorganized, lazy, and of very little real value. Honey is the touch of healing in a thousand remedies around the earth. It is sweetness and life and it’s golden touch enhances our days from their beginning to the very end.
And when at last, the years have streaked our hair with gray and phrases like, “darling” and “lamb pie” don’t fit anymore, it is the one expression of pure affection that never wears out between us: “Honey, I love you!”—because honey is, indeed, synonymous with love itself; a beautiful blessing created in a mysterious way. An expression of love and a special gift to man.” ~ Richard Paetzke, 1987
Thank you, honey bees…