Just finished the summer honey harvest at Tulipwood! I’d like your list of things that are better that a piece of raw honeycomb. Especially when paired with a cheese plate. The honey is making its way from a big metal vat that uses centrifugal force to extract honey, into charming little hexagonal jars.
At Tulipwood, everyone since my great-grandfather has left their mark. This is the summer of birds — wild Guinea hens with their keets, domesticated keets a day old that we picked up from a lady in Pennsylvania, so small and fuzzy, they fit into the palm of your hand… rapidly growing chicks, turkeys that loiter outside the kitchen door, a rooster named Buster and a white hen named Lucy who […]
The post office was highly amused. There is nothing like a box of fuzzy chicks to ring in the Spring. There are a few rare breeds here. We ordered them for our neighbor who wants hens that lay green eggs. Maybe she wants green eggs and ham in the mornings? I can’t blame her. I would like green eggs and ham most mornings.