Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

stamped with the Sweetwater Apiary leaf logo.

David pulled the canvas back, the fabric stiff and cracking in his hands. Inside the top crate sat twelve quart jars, their lids sealed with golden beeswax, the honey inside dark and rich as melted amber.

“It’s the summer harvest,” I said, touching the cold glass of the nearest jar. “The continue reading …