This afternoon, I stopped by Ell Farm for raw honey.
Cincinnati’s surrounding hills trap pollen and mold, and locals suggest this sweet treat keeps transplants to the city from developing allergies.
Mrs. Ell was at the counter. Realizing I know her daughter, she suggested I cut through the fields to my friend’s home and say hello. I didn’t want to impose. She insisted.
Walking through the organic orchard, I was welcomed by my friend’s young son and an invitation to pick apples! Tart, sweet and crisp, we giggled as we tasted them right off the tree, juice running down our chins which glinted in the sunshine.
Lesson: Accept all offers of hospitality for the potential joy they may bring.