Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

work since the summer harvest, Harold.”

“I’m not too old to know the difference between clover and corn syrup, Arthur,” I said.

“Let’s go up to the porch,” Harold said, pointing his clipboard toward the bottling shed.

We walked in a single file up the dirt path, the dry peach leaves rustling under our boots. Arthur walked ahead of us,continue reading …