For years I lived in an area of California that was once a fruit orchard valley before it became Silicon Valley. We had eleven fruit trees on our property including several apricot trees.
Every summer it was a race to use up the fragile, sun ripened apricots before the birds got to them or worse before the little hellions that were my boys decided that the apricots were the perfect summer version of a snowball and began to
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I’ve recently become hooked on honey. But not just any honey. Honey Acres’ Basswood, Buckwheat, and