I am sent the word for the day by a friend. I open the text as the almost full moon is fading behind the horizon- pink and huge, gilded with the gold of sunrise on the far opposite side of the dome of sky that bridges from my east window to my west one. Amazing.
Golden. I wonder what the world will offer.
I arrive in the Barn just after ten and there is a gaggle of workers huddled as though in a meeting. I waltz down the isle and stop in my tracks. Gold catches my eye.
One single blossom. The size of my a tea cup. Pure golden honey. Laced edges on a perfect stalk of green. A closed bud behind it shouting - "more to come, more to come." it is stunning.
The day need not offer anything else. I am content.
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