Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

down there. But where is the real honey, Mabel? If he was blending six thousand pounds of syrup, he had to keep our actual summer harvest somewhere. He couldn’t just throw it away.”

“The loft,” I said, a sudden memory hitting me. “The hayloft has those double-thick cedar floors. It stays dry and warm enough in the winter to keep the honey from crystallizing continue reading …