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November 13, 2011
"A voluptuous odor, somewhere between a bakery and a brewery, rises to our nostrils. "
a crowbar-cum-scraper suited for burglary or home renovation, to pry the lid off of one of his “deeps,” a capacious wooden box hung with 10 wood-and-beeswax frames seething with thousands of honey bees. The bees, along with the others in his five purple-and-white hives perched on a hillside overlooking the greenhouses of Allandale Farm on the Jamaica Plain-Brookline border, the last working farm in the area, are, as they say, busy. -- Our hives, ourselves | HiLobrow
Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 13, 2011 5:45 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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