“…a baskit of aprecockes…”
Our third Christmas on Bryn Cymro and we now anticipate with delight the apricot crop. This year’s harvest surpasses all others, the tree heaving with tightly-packed baubles. We picked around 25 kg, and there are more left on the tree. I spent yesterday over a bubbling cauldron stirring a mass of fruit and sugar into sweet amber jam.
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Bumper harvest! I can almost smell the jam!