Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

test,” I said.

I reached into the basket and pulled out the two water glasses David had filled from the well pump. I set them next to the jars, the clear water reflecting the blue sky above us.

“This is well water,” I said to Harold. “It’s sixty-two degrees, same as the deep ground.”

I took a clean metal spoon from my basket and dipped it into the pale continue reading …