Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

look at this,” he said.

A black rubber hose ran from the base of the nearest barrel through a hole in the floorboards, disappearing into the crawlspace below.

“Where does that lead?” I asked, leaning over the dusty wooden rim to see the connection.

“It goes straight toward the bottling shed,” David said, tracing the path of the black pipe with his light.continue reading …