Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

looking into the batch, Evelyn,” I said. “There might have been some late bitter weed in the pasture that changed the flavor.”

“It did not taste like bitter weed,” she said, leaning forward. “It tasted like the sugar syrup they put on the cheap pancakes here, too thin and far too sweet.”

Arthur walked through the double doors, his eyes scanning the tables continue reading …