Little Foxes in My Coffee

I LOVE a good cup of tea.

Which is why I still have a hard time thinking of myself as a coffee drinker. But, a couple of years ago, when I needed the extra energy burst to get through my two little shifts a week I found that loading up on an extra-large before leaving would get me just about through to the end.

Sometimes I’d have a large coffee when I left home, and then a cappuccino when I got to work. Like a wind-up toy I’d have enough oomph for the four or so hours I was there, and find myself pretty much in reverse by the time I dragged me back out to the parking lot.

But now I’m hooked on it. Have to have my cup of coffee every morning—to which I add what I thought was a small amount of honey.

You can imagine my delight when I found out I could buy it three kilograms at a time—for significantly less than what I was spending before. All I had to do was refill my little squeeze bottle every now and then. I thought I’d be good for at least six months.

But my last refill was the last.

In just short of two months I—me; all by myself me; and nobody else but me, me—polished off three whole kilos of honey—one morning coffee at a sweet time. I don’t think I could have ingested it any faster intravenously. According to my calculations, that averaged out to over 150 sticky sweet calories a day.

Seeing the size of the empty container makes me blush, actually. I don’t really think about the little things I do amounting to much until there’s an empty bulk container as evidence. It’s easy to stir a few negative thoughts about someone into my musings. One vain imagination a day would fill a canyon by the end of a lifetime.

But what if I squeezed a little prayer into every cup of brooding over a negative situation? What if I were to stir some compassion into every hurtful thing that happens to me? And then there’s all the things I could accomplish—one sweet spoonful at a time.

There’s a lot to be said for how the little things add up; or how the little foxes spoil the vine—depending on which way you look at it. Either way, sometimes it’s good to stop and consider all the seemingly insignificant things we take for granted in our lives–before the evidence makes us blush.


  1. Stir some compassion…..squeeze in some prayer. Wonderful way to reflect on a morning cup and add more than honey to it. As always, beautiful words on simple things.

    I still think honey is better than the sugar and sweet-n-lo I use (yes both). 🙂 Have a wonderful morning!

    • When I started using honey as a sweetener, it took some getting used to. Now, anything with sugar doesn’t seem to taste quite right.

      Thanks, Angelia. I hope you’re doing well. 🙂

  2. Angelia is right about honey – it has significantly more value than other sugars – particularly if you can get the raw and locally produced varieties. The local ones help you build up tolerance to local allergens.

    BUT! I love what you say about the little things adding up. How easy it is – food being a perfect example – to eat “just a little bit” and then forget about it. Then you find a little of something else, and before you know it, you have to stand farther back from the mirror in order to get all of your reflection in! (Even the “cloudy ones!:-D )

    I tend to have a sharp tongue – which I am often unaware of until someone who loves me tells me that i have said something unkindly – which is NEVER my intention. Usually it’s because i am trying to be funny, (and often failing miserably!).

    My Mom always told me to think before I speak, and to make sure all the words I do speak are sweet! That way if you have to swallow them later on, at least they’ll taste good on the way down!

  3. Thanks so much for all of this input, Paula. I had no idea about local honey building up your tolerance toward allergens.

    Love what your mom told you, too. 🙂

    When I think of honey, I think Ogden Nash, &

    I eat my peas with honey
    I’ve done it all my life
    It makes the peas taste funny
    But it keeps them on the knife. 🙂

    Take care!

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