honey

Santa Fe Farmers' Market, at this time of the year, is very much running down in terms of spectacular offerings - plenty of apples and potatoes and ristras, and then the chile mustard and the garlic and, as here, the honey. In fact, since we're barely in town long enough to turn round, we would probably not have gone at all, were it not for the fact that my father had put in an order for ten goat's milk lotion bars, in tins - not for himself, but for my parents' Polish housekeeper, who wants to send these pretty objects (some decorated with a spiral, some with bees) back to family and friends in Poland. There's probably some logic here, but it's an odd form of transnationalism...