Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

of reading glasses from his shirt pocket. “That’s our standard wildflower blend, Mabel.”

“It’s runny,” David said, standing behind me.

“Viscosity varies with the humidity, young man,” Arthur said, his voice sharpening as he looked at David. “An engineer should know that much about fluid dynamics.”

“I know how pure honey behaves,” David said.

I picked up continue reading …