The apricot
Sunday, October 9th, 2011 at 5:40 pm by Gulnaz (for Papa)Jumabai ata has put a poem about his father's apricot on his blog. The apricot is in his yard next to our fence. Every year it gives, every year the bees of Papa's hives work it, and every year the neighbours get the first jar of apricot honey. This year there are only six jars. The apricot gets old.
Papa says to tell you: the poem is true, and the honey is not bad either.

The apricot tree over the fence.