You know what I always say, the only thing better than peach blossom season is peach eating season. The mid-pride is in that wonderful place of near full bloom with almost no leaves, just gorgeous. It's buzzing with bees, even had a large fuzzy one making the rounds. As I was puttering about with garden stuff, the farm boy brewed his first batch of beer, which will hopefully help carry us through the months between blossoms and fruit.
Monday, February 6, 2012
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