As soon as you apply yourself to contemplation, you will at once feel your senses gather themselves together: they seem like bees which return to the hive and there shut themselves up to work at the making of honey.
– Saint Teresa of Avila
The Forsythia's delicate blooms and brittle branches reach out cheerfully to me in the distance in spite of the still-cold nights; they are the earliest to show their colors on our property while other plants are barely budding and grass is sparse.
Drinking Honeybush teasan, its subtle flavor teasing me, I savor the sunshine and the songs of the birds.
As in the quote, full attention brings the sweetness of nourishing soul-honey.