Monique Boutolleau

The Story of Honey

Each morning, the valley of the world is alive with the buzzing of the bees as they gather nectar and dew.  It was said that this honeydew had fallen from the great tree Yggdrasil, whose leafy bower stretched wide in the cosmos and whose roots dove deep into the well of Memory. The water of memory climbed the tree, until it fell like rain from the leaves. When you eat honey you are imbibing the deep memory of the earth alchemized by the bees - Chaise Levy

Bee Love

Wild Bees

Our honey and beeswax comes from bees that were saved from extermination by Save My Bees