Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

too fast. He must have hauled the supers up there at night.”

We stood up together, the old wooden floorboards creaking under our boots. I took my wool cardigan from the peg by the door and stepped out into the sharp morning air.

By eleven, the sun had risen high enough to turn the frost into wet dew, but inside the tractor barn, the continue reading …