Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

four, the sun was low in the sky, turning the dust in the driveway to a dull orange. David had set up a folding wooden table near the well house, out of sight from the main office windows.

On the table sat two clear water glasses, a gallon of well water, and the four sample jars. Two were the runny, pale batches Arthur had bottled, and two were the continue reading …