bitter honey
I am surprised and delighted how stuff from my childhood… or, sometimes, the present-that-feels-like-childhood seeps into the story, rendering it richer, at least for me.
Today, it was heather, one of my favorite wild flowers, and heatherbell honey my father recently brought for kids – it is very dark, rich brown and tastes more bitter than you’d usually expect.
This is how heather looks in a typical pine forest:
(Photo by Agita Leimane)
And yea, perhaps we don’t have a hundred words for forest, but I could easily find 14 distinct words for forest in a simple forest classification page and I can think of several others that weren’t mentioned there.
500+ words today, and a lead for follow-up in place.
