“What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.”


― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.”


― A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

‘Honey harvesting season has arrived'

Bees scatter the lands and skies with their yellows and blacks as their bodies defy gravity. As he rests on the blanketed fields of English Heather, his legs become thickly coated in golden pollen, ready, then, to be carried back to the safety of the hive. Months later, a knife dips into dark, caramel like substance, it’s sticky character being smothered over freshly piece of toast that’s been lathered in butter. The honey harvesting season has arrived! This piece was especially inspired by the busy-workers here in who we see on every single flower.

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