Despite the best efforts of the United States Postal Service, the jar of honey from Cedar Pond arrived unscathed. I will not horde my honey, but I will need to keep an eye on it: my live-in daughter prefers this annual windfall above anything I can buy in the store. My brother, the Beekeeper, produces a singular product with a floral nose and a delicate finish.
“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.”