Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

has never happened with our honey, Evelyn,” I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

“We have the organic certification,” I added.

“It is pure clover, straight from the combs.”

“I know what your honey is supposed to be, Mabel,” she said, her fingers tightening on the edge of her green shawl.

“But I had to throw the rest of that new jar into the back continue reading …