Arkansas Honey

My parents have been buying honey from the same man for years. There was always a jar sitting on our kitchen counter. Drizzling it over vanilla ice cream was a treat!

As an adult, these beautiful golden jars of goodness became treasured gifts, usually at Christmastime. My parents made sure we were well-stocked. Whether used to sweeten hot tea or drizzled on toast, the taste was unmistakable-rich, pure, and unfiltered.

In more recent years, I experienced the process of purchasing this honey for myself. The last time was in September when I was visiting my Mom and Dad. It occurred to me we were almost out at home. So, my parents and I went for a drive.

At the top of the driveway sat a quaint house with a simple stand. An empty jar with a slit in the lid placed there to accept my payment-the honor system. I deposited my money and picked up my honey.

Actually, on this trip, I bought two jars-one for a friend. šŸ™‚

The beauty and innocence of this sweet experience gave me a whole new appreciation for the honey Iā€™d been enjoying my entire life. My most recent jar, now over half-empty, sits on my kitchen counter. Every day it sweetens my hot tea and provides comfort thru its connection to home.

BUZZING BEE

Buzzing bee flits
From flower to flower
Briefly alighting on a petal.
But not to rest
To scope out tiny
Grains of pollen
Gather them up
And fly back to its nest.
Not its own singular nest
As is the kind belonging
To the bluebird and her babies
No, a communal nest
Endless golden hexagons
Connected to hold the future
While providing sweet gain-
Healing golden drippings-
Suddenly the spoonful
Of honey that sweetened
My cup of tea this morning
Does not seem so simple