Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

liquid, rising to the top in less than two seconds with a watery pop.

“That bubble moved like it was in a jar of vinegar,” Harold said, his face hardening as he wrote something on his pad.

“The temperature in this valley has been five degrees above normal all week,” Arthur said, his voice rising. “You can’t judge a harvest by a bubble.”

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