For three straight years, I won the first prize at the Sonoma County Fair for my honey. But then, across the entire country, healthy honeybees started to die in record numbers. And no one can say exactly why. The U.S. Department of Agriculture, who keeps records of honeybee collapse going back 100 years, says it's not a new phenomenon, but it's gotten more frequent and worse, and things got especially bad in 2006. They even gave this problem a name, Colony Collapse Disorder, in 2007.
I'm an optimistic kind of guy, and I have faith that someday soon, the U.S. Department of Agriculture will figure it out and my bees will be back to doing what they do... pollinate my next door neighbor's strawberries and make honey. When I do make it, I don't call my honey "organic". After all, you can't tell the bees to visit only "organic" strawberries - you cannot tell the bees, "Don't go there."
I love tasting it right off the honeycomb. Oh yeah, My God, are you kidding? To be able to get a piece of honey from the comb and put it in your mouth, I think is the best thing anybody can have with the possible exception of my beef jerky and my sausages.
So my friends, until scientists can figure out what's going on, I really didn't want to advertise that I make honey on this web site. In fact, please don't ask me about it, yet. I just wanted to make sure you know about my honey, because someday, I hope, it'll be available and you can taste one of the best things in the world. But just not today.
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