Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

I glanced up from my ledger, resting my hands on the cool metal desk.

“He probably bought that for his lunch,” I said, leaning against the edge of the metal table. “Arthur loves sweet things on his biscuits, and he is always bringing fast food into the shed.”

David did not look convinced.

He adjusted the brim of his blue baseball cap,continue reading …