The Beekeeper’s Companion Since 1861
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- May 14, 2024 -

Lined paper with writing on it reading: Sultry afternoon. Windless. Melty. my hens bury themselves in silken soil beneath hop vines. On toasted concrete. Minikin stretches to twice her feline length. My hives smell like ground beef and honey suckle. Proteinaceous and sweet

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