Spent the morning off yesterday out in the fields picking honeysuckles and wild roses then cleaning them and making jelly.
It was awe inspiring to stand in the huge old bushes listening to the symphony of birds watching as honeysuckles fell in my hair or flittered to the ground while an overall small percentage made it into my grasp and bag. Abundance. More than I could ever hold. Plenty for mistakes and drops and spills and waste and bees and me.
I tried making half with sugar and half with honey. The sugar batch turned out great: golden with floral aromas and citrus, ginger notes.
The honey batch did not gel. So I think I will make it into apricot, honeysuckle margaritas and have a 5 de mayo party this weekend. Yes, I know it is a not really Mexican Independence Day, but what else can someone allergic to honey do with wild rose and honeysuckle syrup made with honey? FIESTA.
Generosity and abundance aplenty. Mistakes allowed and happily consumed.
