I just learned that an engineer I’d worked with about 25 years ago is now an apiarist who sells honey at various fairs. I may have to track him down and get that mead-making project I’ve been mulling over the past 35 years underway.
It's strange, we home can, home brew, garden, shop at a farmers market and drive a Volvo. Am I turning into a hippy? Or does being a cold hearted Bambi killer preclude that?