FOUND IN: Education, The Farm on August 11, 2014
A golden rope of sweet stickiness descends into the glass jar below the white bucket. I attempt to control the volume, lifting on the gate valve, eying it with great concentration. I do not want to waste one drop. Savoring this moment, I reflect on the effort to arrive here.
Luck. Skill. Timing.
They come together in an amazing collaboration, allowing for the "lift to the light", gazing onto something that has magic written in the bronzed molecules we call honey.