Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

stopped, his car keys clinking in his hand. His face went tight, and his words came fast, the way he talked when he was pitching a new distributor in Macon.

“The weather changed the nectar flow, Mabel, it is as simple as that. We had that dry spell in September. You cannot expect every single jar to look like it came out of a textbook.”

He turned and continue reading …