This afternoon, I stopped by Ell Farm for raw honey. Cincinnati’s surrounding hills trap pollen and mold, and locals suggest this sweet treat will help keep transplants to the city from developing allergies.
Mrs. Ell was at the counter. Realizing I’m friends with her daughter, she suggested I go over to the house and say hello. I didn’t want to impose, but she insisted.
Hesitantly 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 tasted them right off the tree, juice running down our chins and glinting in the sunshine.
Accept all offers of hospitality for the potential joy they may bring.