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Offline Kathyp

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dark honey
« on: September 05, 2009, 12:06:30 pm »
it was a pathetic take.  just a few jars.  very dark and very rich.  i am thinking that buckwheat paid off?





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Re: dark honey
« Reply #1 on: September 05, 2009, 04:58:37 pm »
What kind of buckwheat and how many acres?? I got my hives (6) on 45 acres of mancan bucwheat . There are only 36 hives on the field .Just put them on last week  at start of bloom .

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Re: dark honey
« Reply #2 on: September 05, 2009, 09:06:13 pm »
what kind?  whatever they sold in the feed store :-).  when i go to the barn i'll see if there is a name on the tag. 

just under an acre for 6 hives.  it got off to a rough start because we had a hot, dry spell right after i planted it.  i can not irrigate.  with some rain, it perked up and i think that is where this honey came from.
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Re: dark honey
« Reply #3 on: October 04, 2009, 11:25:43 am »
Oh Kathy, beautiful.  Just wait, next year will be your year for Buckwheat.  This buckwheat that grew on your property will self-seed, and if Mother Nature has a good way next year, you will have mountains of those beautiful white blossoms, and hopefully you will have mountains of that beautiful dark honey, yummy!!!  Have the most awesome and wonderful day, to love our life, with great health. Cindi
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