I am selling my first honey this year. The feeling of pride that gives me is unparalleled.
I knew I wanted to keep bees to benefit my gardens. I did my homework, got the bees last year, and spent the last two years mastering learning curves to get to this point.
And my jars of precious golden honey will bear the name of Runamuk Acres.
How sweet is that?
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