Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

tracked in from the fields.

When we got to the kitchen, David laid a yellow carbon sheet on the table. It was the delivery receipt for the six blue drums of syrup, the paper wrinkled and smelling of chemical oil.

“I found this behind the battery box in the old tractor barn,” David said, his hand resting on the edge of the table. “Look continue reading …