Wednesday

Honey is the flower transmuted

Veiled in this fragile filigree of wax is the essence of sunshine, golden and limpid, tasting of grassy meadows, mountain wildflowers, lavishly blooming orange trees, or scrubby desert weeds. Honey, even more than wine, is a reflection of place. If the process of grape to glass is alchemy, then the trail from blossom to bottle is one of reflection. The nectar collected by the bee is the spirit and sap of the plant, its sweetest juice. Honey is the flower transmuted, its scent and beauty transformed into aroma and taste.

Stephanie Rosenbaum.  Honey: From Flower to Table (Chronicle Books) dips into the myth, magic, science, and literature behind this sacred and sensuous food.

3 comments:

Michelle said...

That is beautiful picture! Love the bee with the pink in the background.

Georgie said...

Yes, reminds me of some soft material. Thanks Michelle

earth sky sea child said...

What a beautiful quote and photo. You really can see the softness of the flower.