Borage flowers look like little stars cut by a child from the midday sky.
I planted borage in our new herb bed to receive the medicinal properties of a perfect, cloudless-day blue.
The honeybees seem to like the borage, too.
How extraordinary to be a bee, plunging headfirst into the ambrosial blue.
"For the bee, honey is the ultimate reality. It represents the fulfillment of her life mission, the triumph over her enemies, the continuity of the hive, the justification for working herself to death. Honey is to bees what money in the bank is to people—a measure of prosperity and well-being. But there is nothing abstract or symbolic about honey, as there is about money, which has no intrinsic value. There is more real wealth in a pound of honey, or a load of manure for that matter, than all the currency in the world. We often destroy the world's real wealth to create an illusion of wealth, confusing symbol and substance."—Wm. Longgood, The Queen Must Die
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