Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

“The food safety regulations get more demanding every year.”

I stepped onto the porch and set my wicker basket on the wide pine railing. The wood was warm from the sun, smelling of old pine sap and the faint, sweet trace of beeswax.

“We don’t need to go inside just yet,” I said, pulling the first two glass jars from under the wool cloth.

I set them three continue reading …