Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

clover?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

“The best,” he said, his voice rising with that familiar salesman rattle. “The customers are buying it by the case, and they aren’t asking questions about the weather.”

He reached into his pocket for his truck keys, the metal jingling in the quiet office.

“I have to run down to the bank to clear the payroll, but continue reading …